[Shape Poetry]::The Ugly Duckling::

Hiyaaa … haven’t done shape poetry for a long time… so here’s one… God I am really running out of idea… have to goggle for a shape to write a poetry




                     Its
                   voice,
             a rhyme ,a
                  charm,
                   echo
                  o   f
                 time
              forever
             gone ,        piercing into
            bulky stillness of night , crowned
            by the solitude of silence, silhouettes
            and shadows ,dancing under an umbel of
             darkness, ever so present. slowly it
               swims, on a crystal lake,gentle breeze
                   ruffles its silky silver feathers,
—-—–a soothing touch of relief, a refreshing smile—————
             The mirror couldn’t hide, its bleeding
            grief, an ending  saga of  ridicule, but
          it reflected,an unfaltering courage to survive,
           that even grey shades couldn’t conquer.
             It was not just a reflection ,but an
               image      of  its  reality,
               veiled
                under
                 a soul
                  ..hurt
                  b u t
          pure . Will
             she swim
                 out?


Cheers!!!

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