A Little Cursed Wolf
Let me tell you the story of a wolf
she was a little puffy,
Grown up in a disaster,
Never knew about any love,
Never knew about affection,
Words were her friends,
And colors were her euphories.
All she knew was she has some sort of curse…
She used to roam around
Alone in the night,
Stars were her happy sight,
And moon was kind of her own ground…
Never knew about any affection,
Never knew about any love….
All she knew was she has some sort of curse..
Nobody ever loved her as she wanted,
Nobody cared her as she desired,
Everything around her was just made up of
Wet sorrows, and tons of tears.
She made canvas is her best friend,
And colours is her dreams..
She used to paint them
Throughout the night..
In the hope of, one day may be
All her creations would make sense
In a better dimension.
But all she knew was she has some sort of curse….
She pushed everybody far around her
Apart from her reach..
Putting guard on 24/7 was the best
Decision she used to think she made.
As she wanted nobody to make her feel
Again, unloved and unwanted just like
A dark matrix with a glitch..
All she knew was she has a some sort of curse…
Time passed,
Little wolf grown up in a dark cursed world
Yet another day traumatized and on guard..
She never put her guard down for anyone.
She knew she had to pull up herself together
And has to remain a nerd..
She used to think love is myth
Or that may be she is the loophole,
Dressed as a curse..
One day she was watching
A red sunset..
Looking at her paws thinking about reaching to the sky..
She was all unaware that,
She was having a another hope
To live another decade,
That day she wanted her salvation..
She wanted to fly among the eagles,
Cutting all her cursed days…
To making her sorrows buried in her veins..
That day,
Little wolf was aware that
Not all curses burnt you down,
Maybe some of them are meant to
Make you glow..
Some of them are make you show
That you are capable of love…
She wanted a redemption..
To make her feel alive..
Or maybe she was still in dilemma.
That hope was just disguised as another cursed life….
Copyright © Sharada Mahadik | Year Posted 2022
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