Gazing dismally into her
bright, twinkly irises,
The
devil itself, flickering, in their glittery fervor
Now,
glancing aloofly back at me, devoid of even
A
single, lone remnant of her effervescent past identity
Her
trademark impish grin, that barred her excited self
Has
bleached out to a thin, weary line
She’s
undeniably drained and listless, her soul
Beaten
to a paper thin.
Her
lifeline, her ticket to popularity,
The
defiant, disobedient exterior,
that
described her, so well
At
present, fading away to dissolute yes-nods
I long
to reach out and rekindle
The
blazing flames, that had been extinguished
When
her pranks slid to an abrupt end;
When
cruel, restraining chains fell upon her,
As she
struggled against its merciless grip…
The
cheeky devil, my ingenious friend,
A
steadily gushing waterfall of mischief
Has
been drowned, in the ocean of discipline
Just
like how a tender green leaf, swimming in energy
And
breathing in tireless spirit, slowly withers
Into a
lifeless rustle of dull soiled brown
She has
been stifled, her very essence quenched.
Now, as
she raises her hand carelessly to make a stupid remark, I glimpse the
uncertainty in her eyes.
She
brings those wavering fingers rapidly down,
Frightened
to be demeaned, yet again,
By
firm, unyielding hands, ready to silence her.
-Meghana
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