'L'Ange Aux Poupons' (Ce Qui Ne Passe Pas Dans Ce Qui Passe...) - Poem by Utsav Patel
She has no wings..! !
Still she can fly with pride...
Beneath in innocence..
Sometimes breaths in the smoke as well..! !
Millions of barriers in her life...
But she never seems jaded..
Always found her suave tone...
Behind her dreams...
Never get exhausted..
Teaching dance to offspring..
Intimation of innocents...
Its all so beautiful..
Her expectations from the world...
And got to abandon...
Sinus in her head...
But she raise against all odds...
When she get a rose...
Sometimes she makes me realise the existence of the God...! !
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