By Annie Nehzaidei Haokip
Double a dozen of hours,
Trails leading to unending sagas.
An existence where innocence is it's initials,
No knowledge in hate,
For she is born with endearments,
With multiple sanity to hold her dearly.
Grey to green that visualises wondering beauty to the teary eyes,
Every step out, her happy feet dances.
Behold the gods that serve the scenic beauty,
For the alluring charm that entices her.
The clock keeps ticking,
She keeps growing,
Forthcoming with inspiration and ambition.
But,the clock does not cease to tick,
O how she may wish she never continues.
For she had consumed the audacious gossips.
The dreamy nights walked pass,
Whilst the secrecy of nightmares that haunt not in dark.
Scepticism following the ritual,
A fairytale fantasy hidden and thrown besides the countless dreams,
Whose lament rages ecstasy in the impending hours.
The sun rises to signal another day of life,
Another day of mental frenzies and smiles.
Then it sets–for all mortals' rest.
She is strengthened to pass by all the Peaks and Valleys ,
And reap the flowers whose petals will adorn her path to success.
By Annie Nehzaidei Haokip
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