She moves about

in the thorny wilderness

she is running away

the path is long

almost never ending.

Thorns is what that passed her

Thorns are what that are laid in her way

Bruised bleeding she still runs

her voice echoes wildly

dismissed as a fit of delirium

by the flowers and the floss

the dark little nymphs

the soul of the sky ..

by soul of the era gone by

they sleep unperturbed

the truth only she tries to see

through the misty eyes

her vision is not clear

but her aims are

direction is lost

but not her determination

some say she will make it....

some say she won't

she never says a word..

only gazes at the peak

where she has to reach

but when she sees the height

the steep slopes

she gets scared

of falling , of failing

failing is not

the only scary thought

but fear of failure

scares too...

.....VIDDHI ARORA