Let Not The Old Flame Burn Her Poem by Lopamudra Mishra

Lone among the familiar crowd,
Her long tresses flutter defiantly on her face shroud,
With the hidden pangs of sorrow n doubt,
Her anger dissipated with the sands of time sprout,
Her anger raised against discrimination n injustice she suffered in time's grouch,
As the fish stirring in hot oil, her emotions and tears roll in trounce,
Her dashing dreams crushed by the male-egoistic couch,
Wiping her tears decided to raise against the dominated sough,
Searched her fire, mixed with rage,
Cried loud as she missed her age,
But wiped fear with a power in her to conquer her fate'
With a moving current to march ahead,
Let not others think her a woman of fragile n slouth but still
Posses the spark to fumble many head! ! !