Lips as locked;
As a criminal is caught.
All feelings are banned;
As telling is a fault.
My emotions of love;
Want d wings to fly.
But no conditions are,
Given permission to cry.
Is love a crime;
Look my heart-is this not pure.
‘Sympathy ‘word is insane;
Exictence of humanity is unsure.
Silence as unwanted n painful.
Oh a fire in my heart,see,
A way of working as rebel.
One day ,when bearness will be,
Out of all control,who will do what.
My soul has so much power;
It can be forth ghart.
Melting all ironed chains,
Can go far away from false blames.
Open blue sky of my imazinations;
Roaring waves of my ocean of emotions;
It is sure-nobody dare to stop me;
Because i believe in power of super soul;
My innocenct soul is part of Him-i faith on my plea.
They are d person of satin n will die one day;
Opening my liplocked,look,i will be free one day.
Then i will sing n dance again-i hope;
As cinderella was become prince’s beauty of love.
Like her i will wander in my gulmarg* as loving dove.
Written by aruna sharma.
14.06.2017. 12.48at midnight
(*gulmarg is a beautoful hill station in Kashmir,India)