These words are no more her own words,
And caged is now that roaming, twerking bird.

In the desire of attaining the delusional peace in this alien air,
This soul has now lost it's most beautiful flair.

The calmness of water is lost somewhere,
Those dancing feathers are in a rest of despair.

That never resting mind and lost spring fling,
This lone soul has probably lost that " thing"...

© Saniya Vashistha