The “Deceased” Wing.,

With eyes of silence,she looks.

Oh you the long tended broke wing,she thinks

Freedom and independence were all yours then

Now decisions.,to you every mouth does lend. 

Gut & boldness were all you were,

No more it is,she swore.

She sighed looking at her aid

Wishing for them to be her pillars of courage as before.

She knew she aint a deceased wing

To her independent self she had to spring.

Aie World,Stop seeing her as a weaker sex,

She ain’t any less.

The wings aint any fragile,

Nor thoughts any doubtful.

Let the wings soar to a tired self

Stop her not,

For no maiden wishes to be “A DECEASED WING” ! 

Poetry Copyright © The Nerd Blogger 2017

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