A Phoenix Arises

She hid herself in the dark,

Yet, she is a beautiful lark.

Sunlight perfectly fits her grace,

But she is still scared to turn her face.

No more drama, No more lies,

She again made herself and rise.

She came out of the dark,

And left a remark.

No more pain. No more cries,

There, a phoenix beautifully arises.

- pooja singh