They could bereaved her books & call circumstances.
They could cover her in clothes & call circumstances.
They could cut her hairs & call circumstances.
They could shut her in & call circumstances.
They could tie her life in kitchen & call circumstances.
But they couldn’t keep her wings tied.
All they knew was to fly & fly & fly.
So when she opened her wings, everyone went silent.
The Circumstances has made her strong & violent.
Now she only can stop when in the sky.
Measuring depth of the oceans & height of the sky.
-Anshul Jain
