ASHES TO MAGICAL SPARKLE
The ambitions of being a holy grail saving people and easing their pain,
A guardian spirit, forging ahead in the light year; uncaging the souls racked with pain,

Surah Noor
A starry night plunged into darkness the hours that dropped a bombshell,
Deep faith in utopia and humankind turned to dust within no time,
The guardian spirit that cured the bleeding mortal was raped and mercilessly slaughtered.
Another father’s baby cherub begged to be set free until all her power was clogged and her throb was finally blocked.
The little saplings had amazing powers; Nirbhaya, Damini, Asifa or Moumita ahead of making a history were made a brutal history.
They’re not innocent angles from the heaven in disguise of men, they’re demons flying free.
Lighting candles doesn’t brighten up the world anymore the independent world ain’t independent anymore in disguise of savers and leaders, they are rapers flying free planning to satiate their appetite until they are a shooting star, momentarily bright, then gone.
(The writer is a class 12 student)