A soul Lost Its Identity
A soul Lost Its Identity
In the world of warriors
By being in darkness
Many are in search of happiness.
By guiding itself among unguided
Being to be pure among impure
A soul opened its eyes
From the unbearable darkness
But it suffers to be in vision
And days passed it has been in.
In the world of blinds
still the struggle not ends
Though her trust remains
But the world is unseen of it
When this world know it?
That lotus is beautiful
Not because it grows from mud
But, because it lives in mud
When this world differs its hardness?
That being untouched of it
Is not easiest
When her struggle ends!! & When her wait worths!!
-Manishreya