Fear is it?
Ruchi Nagpal
They say she is dauntless, exultant,
I see a timorous face.
Her eyes may glitter,
For the world to please,
I see tears pooling their way.
She may chortle,
Her artifice joy,
I see the yell suppressed.
She walks with an,
Ebullient pace ,
I see her soul despondent.
Her voice a mirth,
A jovial song,
I see a dirge beneath.
She may live her life,
In our eyes, sated,
I see shackles restraining her wings.
Afraid she is,
“Of what?”, I ask,
She says, she does not know.
Afraid of love, of hope, of dream,
A cure I am looking for.
“Have faith” I said,
Assuring her,
You will meet bliss one day.
She winked “till death”,
Mirror fell and cracked,
And lost..
She went away.