After a long fight of 109 days, She emerged a loser.. Her wings were severely damaged Her legs, burnt.. Her face was like a crushed mirror, Which had nothing, But broken expressions To reflect..
She gave herself a quick hug, Well, her eyes have not yet given way. Her hands, though cut, and bled profusely, It still had a broken piece of Unfortunate image..
She didn't need any matches To light up the candle Coz that evening, The red Sun still, was by her side, And the black birds found their way Back to the soft corner In her messy hair, Where once, his fingers would slide into..
That book had its pages torn And the remaining pages were blank, totally As if she was to tell anything with her wounded lips, And the pain in her would pen it down..