Dusty lanes of a windy street,
Encouraged the flourish of a girl,
She walked past the alleys,
With a willow in her hand.
Come back...Come back is what she says
Her voice too fragile to come out,
Her tears too heavy to fall
She groans with her spirit steadily and slowly.
If only she could hold the tail of the balloon
She could have flew high above
From everyone, from her own chase.
She was banished by her own self.
Encouraged the flourish of a girl,
She walked past the alleys,
With a willow in her hand.
Come back...Come back is what she says
Her voice too fragile to come out,
Her tears too heavy to fall
She groans with her spirit steadily and slowly.
If only she could hold the tail of the balloon
She could have flew high above
From everyone, from her own chase.
She was banished by her own self.
©Madhurima Halder
wonderful !! lines prvd u r gng to b such a writer day by day whose pen-touch can brings d life in d letters ..;-) carry on ,blessings r alz dere ..
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