By Sushma Viswakumar
Flabby heart shrinks too often,
as it's finest shape is unseen,
To whom shall I render help,
cries she with a voiceless beep.
Frantic mind runs for a solace,
as it's best dream is unheard of,
To whom shall I render help,
asks she with a hopeless leap.
Fuzzy pals duel their words,
as their priorities lay unpacked,
To whom shall I render help,
Pleads she with a seamless hope.
Dashed she with fearless baggage to unveil unnoticed roles in the world of Wild-craft,
But the shutters of goodness are laid already,
And exhibits its of truth are seen part.
Hence she returned to her world,
As self worth wasn't crushed
for weary needs.
And to castle her DREAM uninterrupted!!!