by Mahak Raithatha S
Her mind
as free as a mountaineer’s;
Her eyes
staring as a Painter’s;
Telling the world
She doesn’t care
She doesn’t cry
For anything they criticize
Thus she got her wings
And she flew high
From:
Vellore
Copyright ©:
Mahak Raithatha S
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Last updated January 17, 2012