Defying Life Of A Girl

Those eager eyes, carrying thunder inside. 

Habitually camouflaged her reality 

Of being a fragment of the pleasure district. 

Not like all other pieces she wanted this 

To be her reason of existence. 

Her core urged to look at those stars 

Flying in the blank canvas of night sky 

And possess the NERVE of having an AMBITION. Eventually her habit of pouring her heart 

Into those dusky papers evolved a successful writer.

And here we are,

Discerning those Devious eyes 

Whamming her all the time.

Like a malocchio with nothing left inside.

Those eyes filled with hunger,

For that very sprawl that turned him,

As an animal who was caged under a disguise.

With that evidence kept on line,

Doesn't that girl deserve a chance,

To live an ethical life,

Out of that box for a while,

Which we visualised the entire time.

Without a thought in our minds,

That she's a girl,

Who should recoup to live her dreams,

Which was clutched from her,

Without her utmost concern.