Chained or changed narrative

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When she sashayed down a street 

many a head turned,

along the way unknowingly

a few devoted hearts were spurned.

Was never easy to catch her eye,

people thought she was coquettish, coy:

constantly accused of spinning a ploy.

Was hard to tell that she was 

deeply private & immensely shy.

She built a wall around 

herself & stayed within,

the chances of opening the 

gates to her heart were scant & slim.

It wasn't a  fairytale ending 

that she wanted to  see,

all she craved for was to 

live her life on her terms with zeal & dignity.

#Srkmusings#

#girls##precious#freedom#


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Dr Prakhar Kumar said…
Just beautiful. . . Everyone has a right to live his/ her life with zeal and dignity. Above all at their own terms. So wonderfully expressed ❤️.
18 February 2021 at 22:33
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