The wild heart

Every elder daughter,

Was a wild mind in wander.

The spirit that is in cage,

But was born to dance beyond every boundary and page.

She was the light that people tried to flicker,

The flame they feared, burn brighter !!!

But a caged bird never forget how to sky,

Nor does a wild heart forgets how to fly.

She was taught to be strong,

To know right from wrong.

And someday, when she chooses to break free,

She won’t ask for permission to simply be.

But somewhere beneath the duty and grace,

Lives a girl still longing for her own space.