Against the rising tides,
Against the opposing currents,
she kept flying.
Her wings flapping, with strength
sometimes desperation powered her flight,
at times her dreams fervour-ed her wings ,
The hope that kept pushing her
to keep flapping her weak wings,
wouldn’t let her stop ,
her zeal for flying , didn’t waver in the face
of all the negativity and misery
she continued to fly ,
with new hopes and dreams,
to reach the safe shores….