LIVE AND LET LIVE

By Aswiga M

“There she goes” they gossip,

Without living in her shoes.

Her soul is about to burst now,

As it has reached its very last breath,

Into fragments of light

which was once in shadow.

Doesn’t she epitomize an ant's aura?

Doesn’t the magic fairy see her?

And yet lets the silence engulf.

“That's the rule!” they say.

Oh! yes it is.

I must also ask,

If you haven't been lectured by time,

About deeming?

By Aswiga M