• ramyasubramani 5w

    A girl....
    Dressed up white
    With scars of love all over her,
    Her hands and legs were bleeding with thoughts
    Which added red, blood patches to her gown
    Every rambler strikes by, discerned the selfsame in her
    She hails from clouds
    She resembled Smog
    She was obscure in her notion
    She was brittle and flimsy in her motion
    She unfurld happiness for everyone
    But, before roistering the joy..
    She swapped them to be ambivalent
    She gave scars and wounds to the one's who came to her
    Everyone were yelling out in pain
    But the girl was happy enjoying the pleasure in her pain
    At last, People named her Memory