In school life,
It was beginning of the time
To learn the lessons of pain & pride.
I got hurt, got teased for what I was,
Therefore, hatred for myself arose.
I dug down a depth in my heart to refrain,
Confined my rules with rooms & chains.
That was the time I first changed.
Or, did I really change?
In the solitary race,
Ignorance reassembled the similar pace.
Rumors begun to buzz in the dark lane
Because of me hiding from glares.
Once again, the self-hatred appeared.
Thus, I strengthened the walls of my mirrors.
I, then, covered and rapped my ears
So that the buzzing arrows never reach the sparrow
That I adored the most among my treasures.
I killed the flare of my rising voice
That was upgrading when I was transferred here
In the different light.
There, I again changed.
Or, did I really change?
After building the reflection system,
To avoid people those shorten the distance,
I found an angel who drowned me in her fantasies & pride.
The desire of being revealed had embraced me
To entitle the kinship forever with names;
Love & affections took the lead of the game.
The more I revealed the sparrow of flames
The more she mistook it as the dramas of preys.
I at last attired myself as the queen of manipulation & disgrace.
This changing process
Was building the layers of thousands of mirrors,
So the people who look will find me familiar
As if they found their soulmates.
But the reason behind such immature dealing
Was to avoid the eyes of the perfects.
This is how I used to hide the sparrow from the deceptive prophets.
But the sparrow now has died.
Do the lessons exist to hide yourself
Or change the attire to hide?
Or, are they to lead you the way
To travel a journey of pride
And change the glimpse of sullen tribe?
Every heart has a sparrow of flames
And dreams for being the torch.
But the death of the sparrow may lead you the way
Where the sparks of lives are turned off.
Instead of strengthening the sparrow's flame
I caged the flame of the beauty;
Now I suffer the forfeit of damage that the angel has beared
Because of the broken mirrors
Which used to confine my seeds.
I've been now, dragged back to the dean
As the wings of the sparrow has keenly flared the beams.
Should I really change?