She was not a rebel,
when she was born..
But,when poetry found her,
she became one...!!
Not born like a tree,
all branches stick to the root..
all thoughts,being caged &muffled..
Sometimes,just goes mute!!
The school girl cocooned herself,
with some timid smiles &soft hellos..
the college ladette wrapped her world,
with the urge to mellow...
Then the woman within,
tangled up with dusting her world,
trying to sprang up,
but stiffled again!!
tempted to react in the same old way,
But,a time came...
when she teared off all that tangled..
eventually became a rebel,
inspite of all her blazing way...