"Feathers of hope" Day 11

Tired, lost in some deep thought, 

she sat there on the kitchen floor, 

with her hands resting on her knee, 

the right hand on top of the left, 

gently pressing her ring finger.

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With back support of the blue wall, 

on which the red showed up in lines, 

were the scribbled stories of her dreams. 

How she dreamt of freedom.....

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Limited perception and norms of the society, 

had taken away her own ability of thinking.

 Whenever she tried to raise her voice, 

the only answer she got was, "Only this or nothing." 

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She had forgotten 

that nothing could ever keep her caged.

Flapping her wings of imagination, 

she set her mind free.

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Free of misconceptions, 

of conditioning, 

of bondage.

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Lovingly, she looked at everything around. 

Opening the doors of the self imposed prison, 

she was ready to write 

a new age Cinderella tale.

-Payal Agarwal