The diya shone bright in it's reflection in her eyes
The watery sheen making the flame dance
The bangles jingled as she lit up the room, A happy premise
To the festive spirit, that was today a tangible romance.
She, of the eversmiling clan, working her way from day to night
She, of the crushed spirit clan, never sharing her soul's plight
She , who hides well, it's an art mastered
Her life oscillates between alone and lonely,
The unacknowledged pain behind the smile plastered
She, who radiates happiness, yet her thoughts are her's only
She wills to fly,
To flee, to run
To wing the sky
To be the sun
The diya shone bright in it's reflection in her eyes
With her soul , with herself, she is in love today.
The bangles jingled as she lit up the room,
a happy premise.
She needs no one, she is free, a dove today.
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