Rebuild Life

Dec 6, 2022

1 min read

By Swetha R

She is grumpy and set her face frown

The tranquility in her soul is thrown

The pseudo smile has been drawn

Anxiety, Agony are the accessories she has worn

Her surreal dreams are gone

She replenished her castle and she is reborn

Yes, she is the Queen and owns her crown.

Note: This poem is about the broken girl who struggled and recovered from her first love .

By Swetha R

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