My Soul
“My soul”
“Feel trapped in a box of walls,
And my wings are chopped off with a sharp blade, bleeding,
I’m still silent,
From childhood to adulthood all want to trap me and tame me,
They trained me to be always on your knees until death!”
Copyright © Ruchika Garg | Year Posted 2022
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