Dipa Sharma
She wares the veil in the morning mist
Her story is filled with unexpected twist
Not hiding anything when she leave her nest
Her life is a rocky cliff with no rest
Shadows loves to chase her in night
She forgot how to shine with her own light
Like dust particles she didn’t know where to stay
Moon encourages her to continue on her way
On ground of her consciousness tears poured like heavy rain
She buried and nurture herself like harvested grain
Sun explained that her state is like molten gold
Her struggle will make her shine like a glittery gold
Dipa Sharma