Her Desher Hope -The Red One

“Her Desher”-(The Red One) something eerie searches, For life, a loner, three journeys away from reality and beauty. Looking for optimism among its adversaries. Why the self-affliction as the majestic dust storm blankets it all, Hiding,making yourself "bloody like death". “Ares” why do you conquer all the light and choose the darkness? It must feel like home, comfortable, yet dejected, Why fear evolution?, Maybe there is aspiration yet, Drink the “Kool Aid”, it’s never too late to join us, you’re not dead, At least not utterly. Simple wonders of profound heights as the mountain peaks proudly, Highest that any of its rivals, No fight there, No competition needed, Battle won before it even starts You can spread your wings and sore through the deepest valley known to this universe, “Fire Star” your magnificence knows no constraints there is hope yet. By SHIVANEE BRIDGEMOHAN