She was shattered
like stars on the Andromeda.
Indeed, a magnificent mess it seemed
Through the fog and pain,
the fire in her burnt brighter,
lighting up the entire night sky
and burning away every string,
A mystical pheonix she may seem
stronger perhaps.
Majestic like the lunar eclipse,
she flaunts her scars like a warrior
because every battle tells a story
and every defeat is a lesson learnt.
Write comment. Imagination, Nisha. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Nisha, such a great poem👍👍👍