By Poorvi.G.Revankar
Their envy drips from the sky
Piercing through her flesh.
She pleads for them
to stop and show her some mercy.
But blinded by hatred,
they lit up her pyre.
The scorching orange flames
reduce her to embers.
But in awe her enemies stood
as they saw her regenerate.
For they never knew that she was a Phoenix
rising from her ashes was all she ever knew.
By Poorvi.G.Revankar
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