Colourful sky and a beauteous lively dame,
She is the light that the shadows try to claim.
They see a flower meant for a crystal vase,
But she is a mountain, moving at her own pace—
Feeling the heavy pull of the earth in every step she takes.
She stands within a garden fenced by iron and tradition,
The mixture of earthly genes and purity
Is the alchemy she uses to survive gravity and cruelty.
Her genes tie her to the hands of those who stayed,
The mothers and the daughters who accepted the cage;
She feels their quiet blood running through her own.
But her purity is a bright, unteachable fire—
A mindset that sees a world beyond “no” and “never.”
She spends the long, taxing years
Dismantling the heavy thoughts of those she loves,
Waiting for the lock to rust and the gates to finally give way.
She doesn’t break the cage; she outgrows the wire,
Turning their cold “no” into her soul’s rising fire.
She proves that her beauty is not a prize to be guarded,
But a human heart meant to run wild under an open horizon.
The cage is melting, not by force,
But by the sheer, radiant heat of her persistence.
~Janya
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