The fume swirls, and her heart burns

Like joss stick, but for words of empathy, she always yearns

Pain and agony sometimes destabilize the mind, but she always gets ready,

To get lost in the labyrinth of a daily grind.


Though living in the plethora, still sometimes agony rules

When the clouds of their harsh words fall

The irony of life swirls and twirls

As those words are like thorns, sharp stabbing pains.


She swallows bitter-pills though harsh words break her fragile heart,

Still, in its abyss, she keeps the button of a restart

Every day, she wipes her tears in dismay

But make pools of hope and bright rays.


Every day on the wings of twilight,

She slowly slides and creeps the night.

Admires the journey, whatever it is from dusk to dawn

And then with a promise, She rises to a beautiful morn.


Pooja Mandla


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Written by Pooja Mandla

 Pooja is an educator by profession but a word weaver by passion. She has a BSc in Medical, an M.Phil. in English literature and, a B.Ed. degree from Punjab(Chandigarh) University.

She loves to read, write, draw and travel. She finds inspiration from nature and the surrounding people. She is passionate about writing poems and is a regular contributor to several online platforms, where she has won many prizes. 

Her poems have been published in  11 anthologies so far by the various Publishing house and, a few are in process.  Two of her poems have recently been selected for two different anthologies by an International press called Sweetycatpress. Her poems have also been published in International magazines like Literoma and Innsaei Journals.

She has recently been awarded with the award of appreciation for the ANNUAL WORDSMITH AWARD 2021 by ASIAN LITERARY SOCIETY.