The Contrary

By Aswiga M

I met a little girl,

With eyes of eagerness

from the pleasant past.

{ Racing from languish,

Diving out of the ocean of blood,

Freeing myself from the rope of asininity,

I make my presence here.

To ensure a free future.

Oh please! Help me take pacific breaths. }

Questions didn't mind renting my vacant mind.

Should I tell her about the still happening bloodsheds?

Or about discrimination living

In the cloak of invisibility ?

Now I get why the eyes of the Sun are tired.

History has made it witness,

The unusual,

Never changed mornings all day.

I must gather the hidden extinct Gladiolus.

For time has come,

To welcome the awaiting maze.

By Aswiga M