METAMORPHISIS

Being a girl
It was a monticule
She juxtaposed herself to

A call from the shofar
Would rattle the windows of her sensorium
Her dreams were clandestine
From the one she always wanted to masscult

She treasured the contrivance
To fabricate her hallucinations
Into palpability

Owing to the unfortunate concatenations
She never opted
Cessation, vamoose or decamping
At no time she occulted her head trip

She lived each day
To anticipate amelioration
Being so close to her fantasy
She did not clandestine

Being a woman
She now metamorphisised
From a monticule to a bluff

 

About Author
I am SHIVANGI NARULA. A mickle lover of English. English is not just my profession, i have nurtured it as my passion, I embraced it like a baby .The fortunate concatenations of all these qualities have made me not just a content writer but also an English speaking and personality development trainer. For writing so full bodied as those I was to give to the world ,it was necessary that I should step into literature as already myself a polyhistor , and when I did step conspicuously into literature, I become a strong feminist ..

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