Fear Couldn't Face Her

She was created in destruction. 

Born in the pits of ashes.

Her wings were withered by destiny,

Fate laughed at her misery.

Time was ruthless as usual.

Devastated by the cruelty, 

She chose to remain kind.

They could kill her hopes,

They could kill her dreams

They could snatch her smile

The very will to live.

But fate couldn't turn her cold.

Stood there with so many failed 

Attempts.

Destiny looked in awe,

When she got her dreams woven 

In silver threads,

Of her love. 

Time was shocked, 

Seeing her conceiving hopes,

In every moment of stillness,

Withered Wings, might be.

She rose from within.

Cruelty feared her smile

With teary, brave eyes.

Finding life in every moment of grief,

She stood straight and faced 

The eternity. 

She had the sun in her fist. 

The waves greeted her with honour.

The mountains quivered at her footsteps,

The sky kept trying to reach her limit.

Time changed?

No, she evolved.

Every drop of blood, sweat and tear.

Made her divine.

Traumas paid tribute to her scars. 

Victory tried to achieve her throughout.

Shivering lips smiled instead. 

The ashes she was born in,

Could never be burned.

She was born in destruction,

And fear couldn't face her.

~Srijita Chanda ✍.