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She Was Not Just An Ordinary Girl

She was a no ordinary girl, Filled with zeal and enthusiasm was her soul. Craving for new adventures each day, She started to grow . Elevated was her spirit, With the thoughts of climbing every mountain and crossing every stream, And for it, she kept the fire burning from within, And no more did she let the thoughts of being judged confine her. No more bounds and confinement,she decided. For she knew that she had the blood of a true warrior, Who had the strength to burn all the odds to dust, With just the sparks of her eyes. No more shall she kneel in front of others, For now she started gathering the strength and wisdom to heal. Her voice was powerful yet she didn't use it to break the silence, Cause now her silence was more than enough to kill it. She believed that goodness was a miracle creator, And not only did she have the sweetest behavior , But also she tamed her heart to be open and fearless. And hence,her divine purity began to glow by her endlessly loving passion. Yes, she was strong because she never wanted to let go. There were days when she was drowned in tears. There were days when she hid herself from the world,in order not to be judged. But why fear this society,when you already know that they aren't going to ever shut their mouths. With such an extraordinary soul to truly embrace, She painted all her scars to inner strength. And in spite of complications,she let wisdom draw the sword of her life. After all,she wasn't just an ordinary girl !

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Date: 5/26/2020 10:19:00 AM
Varsha, you have talent. Strong feelings & opinions. Its okay, but as we get older, the Indian things are vital for our souls health. Western values are for the body & stomach. I am not from India, but a son of South Africa, from ancestors taken as "slaves" by Britain. I know it is poetry, but if u bow to elders, it is for the UNIVERSE, not them. It humbles us to things yet to know. Om
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