Uttra Devi (Vidousha) Boodan
Wings Of Freedom
With crayons of colours, we shade,
Sketches of simplicity, we shade.
From the womb to this place,
Amid fanatics in a rat race,
Pacifying remorse of growth, we bade,
To bloom into prime, innocence we bade.
The worldly tantrums are all fake.
Minute pleasures we forgo, for whose sake?
Peeling the knees with constant collapse,