Even with her loved ones being as far as the moon,
She was everyone’s comforting cocoon.
Whose warmth made everyone feel home,
Even when her heart was surrounded by a cyclone.
The cyclone of her pain.
Everyone she lost was impossible to regain.
Every other night, she sat on her balcony,
In her deceased mother’s invisible company.
Her eyes didn’t have the ability to see her,
But she didn’t let it make her heart go bitter.
Closing her eyes had her feel her Mum’s presence,
For though away, she was still her Mum’s essence.
Standing up for fellow women became her purpose of life,
Upon having seen how miserable her Massi was as a wife.
Dreams in her eyes,
Love in her heart,
In the human disguise,
She was a living art.
The one who was unapologetically crazy,
The woman was known by the name Ishqi!
With the moti sole wali sandal!
Too risky for the creeps to handle.
Too
Risky
For
The
Creeps
To
Handle.
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Log jaise, unke saath waisi thi wo!
Har ladki ke andar chupi awaaj thi wo!
Dil nahi seedha dimag kharab kar de aisi paheli thi wo!
Har kitaab chhaankar bhi jo samajh na aaye,
Aisi qayamat thi wo!
Rodo pe metro chalwa de wo Ishqi thi wo!
Rodo
Pe
Metro
Chalwa
De
Wo
Ishqi
Thi
Wo!
💜
Nice. Amazing