one day walking through
the street,
saving myself from my own fire,
hit the big wall of my reality.
It made me loud to cry releasing the pain of my actuality.
The bloody red moon of my eyes gave the fire of mellowness to stand strong.
I felt the wind of audacity to walk till the end of my
existance with the same fire
I was running since long.
© sakshi jha🌼🍁