This is a story of a girl who lives for her dreams but needs to adjust every time because of social pressure. This poem is about her journey of becoming strong and fighting with all her passion for her dreams.

Death of Phoenix

Vishnaj

Phoenix was grown in a bunch of crazes.

He forgot the golden shine; enchanted by the tag.

He is a phoenix, who's destined to be proud.

Growing in the praise, now little phoenix wanted,

No matter what; he should get appreciated.

Golden shine now no more makes him happier;

he wanted to have a peacock's colorful feather.

He fought with his fiery weapons; gold feathers turned into the fire;

The realization of his new skill boosted his confidence.

He started thinking about what he wanted.

Shared the future plan with his mom and dad,

But got refusion and suffering in the hand.

So he chose to follow the advised path

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