π± STAR
Celebrating four years of arshiavora.com π
An oppressive blanket of darkness
Stretching for miles and miles at end
Heavy, crushing, weighing down
A silence stretching all around.
A tiny soft and delicate seed
Dainty and weak, fueled by need
Life was never easy.
.
A push and a shake
Strength, behind the quake
A weakness in the defence
An army sent to hell
Dirt scatters all around
But nobody there shouts
No whistles or applause
It rises from the ground
Delicate, but proud
In morning sunlight’s glory,
A star begins it’s story.
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ARSHIA VORA