Poet Name :Victor Kapalu


she failed to fulfill her brightest dream
The heavy of her faith and patience dropped off her fit
After twenty good decades.

She lost the silver hymen
While counting stars in the sky
After recalling the tough journey she had
She was the trophy of her mothers happiness.

Her dream was to be a sister
But the mirror of her dream was
Broken and awaken
vowed to sadness.

Her portraits dropped to less
She was amoretto,inside of someones
Apartment,and she failed to avoid
She become the recipient of sweet words

Lately,she was a lunatic pigeon
Of a neon.
Charity was failure !
The eminent name was lost!
And roast!
To all coast !.

Apparently the mates turned back on her
She was shown different colours
She lost her bliss moments she had
So she continued mourning
Her life.

So she quoted her siblings...
"It doesn't matter how many times you fall, what counts is how many times you stand up again.
Remember time wasted
Is never recovered. "

Her tears started flowing like water at Victoria falls...
She failed to grip to it...
She had to glance off from her emotions,
With her powerful quote .
But she remained as a broken maiden.