Flawed yet fearless
She’s demented and she’s wild,
She’s the wind in your hair driving with the windows down,
She’s the tune that refuses to leave your mind.
She’s the darkness and she’s the rock,
She’s the girl they warn you about,
She’s a closed wall, an utter mystery,
She’ll never recite what her past shouts.
She has this aura in an around,
She’s so content yet so forlorn,
She’s a silent killer like her rose,
She has beauty concealing her thorns.
She’s unbridled, she’s boundless,
She can reach lands unexplored,
She’s fearless, she’s dauntless,
She’ll take wind like a mockingbird.
By Ojus Sindwani
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