Winter Cry

By Athira Vivek

Winter cry

Ropes and hopes caged her wings,

aroma of flavours made her designation,

though her voice melted nightingale

shutters of society handcuffed her rebel.

Raised voice stopped, shivered voice silenced, many her voices said her cries.

Nevertheless the wind blew the same.

Tears of grief that caged her heart

poured to quench her longing thirst,

still it failed to save her hope.

Freed cage made her slay

but tied ropes limited her fly.

None to bother someone said but

thousand eyes follow her along.

Withered wings bid its farewell,

In the end of beat, her heart whisper,

"may her wings pierce evil hands,

may her voice strengthen the weak,

may her heart shower it's love,

may the shutters break its existence

By Athira Vivek