He turned the key and opened his door
Darkness and loneliness were awaiting him
It was not like this before some time
So many souls used to clue their eyes to the door
For him to appear after a day’s work
But now everything changed
He closed the door and let out a sigh
Neither sad nor sorry for anything
But just pride beaming in his eyes
He went inside his darkroom
Like a butterfly that breaks its cocoon
And flies out to freedom, he emerges out
In a red saree with bold lips and smoky eyes
And dangle earrings and gajra on her mane
Choosing courage over comfort
I’m participating in the Write Tribe Problogger October 2017 Blogging Challenge through October.
Today’s Prompt
– “You can choose courage, or you can
choose comfort, but you cannot choose both.”
Adding this to #FridayReflections too
wow the lines are in one great flow. Well done... I'm trying to tweet but cant find the handle :(
ReplyDeleteThank you so much. :)
DeleteUnfortunately my twitter is playing hide n seek. Seeking ways to tame it.
Yes. I'm sure many would frown on him for that. And it definitely would take courage to come out! Good on him. Lovely take. You made his discomfort palpable in your verse.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Vins. :)
DeleteAwesome lines. Courage is indeed special. Loved reading this!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much. :) Means a lot.
DeleteWOW! Just wow! I do not find words beautiful enough to praise beauty of these lines!
ReplyDeleteIt filled by heart with warmth and left me with moist eyes!
Thank you so much Keerthi. You made my day! :)
DeleteSweet poem :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a fabulous take on the prompt! I wish we all could have this much courage to live our life, our way.
ReplyDeleteThat would certainly have taken a lot of courage, but she's finally living the life she wants
ReplyDeleteThis is indeed a true example of courage. Beautifully penned Sheethal.
ReplyDeletewow! I wish everyone could re-write their stories with such courage! <3
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