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Not Yet
Surrender;
but may be later.
Atleast let this heart scatter,
In search of a win, let the wings flutter.
Doubt;
but may be after standing in the crowd,
High in hopes to touch the sky,
In happiness, indeed proud.
Hide;
but may be when the stars slide,
a little downwards, to the side;
So my dreams see clearly, with pride.
So Cry out loud,
Surrender, hide, doubt;
But Not until thy heart shed,
but until thy soul not dread,
leaving behind all you for scout;
Not until your tries shout proud.
© Supriya Baranwal
but may be later.
Atleast let this heart scatter,
In search of a win, let the wings flutter.
Doubt;
but may be after standing in the crowd,
High in hopes to touch the sky,
In happiness, indeed proud.
Hide;
but may be when the stars slide,
a little downwards, to the side;
So my dreams see clearly, with pride.
So Cry out loud,
Surrender, hide, doubt;
But Not until thy heart shed,
but until thy soul not dread,
leaving behind all you for scout;
Not until your tries shout proud.
© Supriya Baranwal
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