Where She Blooms

By Vanshika Gupta

A flower in bloom, delicate, free,

Sways with wind in pure harmony.

She thrives in soil, kissed by sun,

Her beauty untouched, spirit undone.

Yet pluck her away from sacred bed,

Watch as she wilts, radiance shed.

So too is a woman—graceful, strong,

Flourishing best where heart belongs.

Not to be taken, confined, controlled,

But spirit that blossoms, vibrant and bold.

For when beauty is seized to satisfy greed,

Its splendor may linger, yet soon it will bleed.

Petals will fall, light will wane,

A silent echo of sorrow and pain.

But left to blossom, to rise, to be,

She’ll dance with wind, wild and free.

Not held in hand, nor bound by chain,

Her essence endures when free to remain.

Let beauty be cherished, not broken or tamed,

Fire unshackled, untethered, unnamed.

For only in freedom does radiance last—

Not held in cage, but left to outlast.

Like flowers that flourish in sunlit embrace,

She moves with rhythm—unbound, full of grace.

By Vanshika Gupta