In the forest of many crowds,
Lived a tiny girl.
All of them, phoney.
She never thought!
Some smiled sweet-
To poke that knife from behind!
And some pulled her down...
To rule and to raise their reign!
She was glad that she was just-
A spirit.
For, they could never kill her.
Or an inch of her being.
So she lived in that forest.
Underneath the concealed agony.
Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"
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