Droop
Gesture in her sound,
Pleasure in her mind,
She awaked with the little hope,
she scrambled down when the day come
with the fear of stage.
Unexplored talent remain inside
just because of a small cage.
Eyes of them
made her to remain behind the doors.
But,
Soon someone was coming from these doors,
Brightness was there in her eyes
when,
she heard his little voice.
And her talent swerved towards the pages.
Yet another day ;
Persuade was there,
But
she had to limped again.
Her dreams were seized.
And,
tears was there in waiting eyes……
he looked those tears
and got the fame
the very next moment.
With the smile,
she felicitate her own boy.
Her desire was there in his voice,
Her pleasure was there in her pen.
But, self seeking
he forgotten his own mother.
And
Soon her desire left her alone
But pleasure was there till her last moment.
She never expressed her feeling
as the fear to loose all her worth.
In her story;
Last word swept away by the tears
Of those forbidden eyes……
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