A girl that can be forgotten
Sleeping underneath the open sky
Connecting the white dots over midnight blue
Under the spell of emotional slumber
Her eyes prickle with numb sight
It is so easy for her to give up
It is so serene to ever try
Says to “ink me” to hide her flaws
A butterfly, a word or an entwined knot
Today she’s nothing
Not a selfish soul neither giving spirit
Her sacrificial tendency is just a whim
Her noble hymns everyone praises
But no one sings
She hides in the shadow of another being
She is a salvation but never redeemed
With her head held high she fights the angel of darkness
For the kinship she smiled when broken
Grand her style, protective her stance
She lives on the moment stolen
A fairytale that died with time
A tragedy alive and Oh! So kind
The broken shards of pieces
The ordinary girl or an Indian Princess
-Anshul Mangal
An Indian Princess 
Girl !! You have like kind of made a mark ..
Take it as a scratch and Fly on !!
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