In the wilderness
She loiters around
Looking for twigs
And pieces fallen,
To build a dream
From the broken rims
An abstract of the
Fallen aspirations
And torn determination,
She lingered around
In the dark tunnels
To find the star
Broken and bright
To light up the home of
Braved prejudice
And build a nest for
The fallen angels to reside.
–VRINDA MISHRA
