Wings of Fire

A nonchalant and cheerful soul

Is now sitting in the corner and crying,

The chains of society held her wings

Didn’t permit her to fly,

Is it her pride or society’s guide

Which left her in dismay and fragile.

Was it the fault of her ripped jeans ?

Or was it the visibility of her bra strap ?

Was it the fault of her crop top ?

Or was it her affable lifestyle ?

Which aroused the napping devil

And allowed him to kill the smile.

The smile is lost in the chaos

Wings are broken and immobile

she wants to move, couldn’t strive

Sometimes it’s her inner rage

And sometime it is society’s cage

Which stopped her from turning the page.

The society is pulling her wings down

Not letting her to wear the crown

Gloomy wings are her shelter and zeal

Bravely, she is fighting all the grim deal

Wings will open again, she will fly high

wings of fire will burn every shackle alive.