Oh, Flames.

She drinks portions of thoughts everyday,
With these hefty coals she heaps;
Makes headway,
Humming her music on the march to

Eager and doubtful, yet majestically

The eternal fire, it may be; not in vain
And no woman who is chosen, born
to fail.

And her glance was the best of the rays
that can be ever embraced…
Oh flames…! – For it is the reflection of the 
burning coal that lit the fire, sparkling with pain…

Seema Marzook

I worry less about fitting into glass slippers and focus more on shattering the glass ceilings.


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