Flare
By Vanshita Sharma
3rd Year, BA Sociology Honours
Design: Ayushi Rani
Standing at the doors of your temple
Begging on my knees for you to make everything simple
Cried and then died at the shrine of your grace
Only to be termed as a thorn among your other grays
The old me had vanished
Contempted from your highly court
Only to be left banished.
Even a wallflower dreams to earn
But a thorn in your garden of grays seems to only run
Running from your knives and the stakes
Trying to encapsulate if it'll ever catch a break.
The beauty lies in your eyes my beloved
The creeks beneath your eyes and the mole above your lips
I could've sworn my life for you
Even if it were one of your tricks.
Foolish thorn dared to fall in love with the ruler of all gardens
Little did it know that it'll be killed with sword that had just been sharpened.
The thorn died
The ruler ruled
The shrine survived
Alas it was the lover who was left behind.
Vanshita, it's truly an amazing read and i loved the work done with whole page right from the beginning to end ⭐💟
Vanshita, you always write so well ❤️
It is absolutely beautiful ❤️.
Beautiful 😍
You never fail to amaze us with your exceptional designs, Ayushi!