You are...
You are that phoenix which rises
From the darkest of darks,
Saved yourself from the sharks
Won't die till the success' dog barks.
With a million sighs,
Painting dreams in your lil eyes...
But always they get dried
From hot aqua flowing from those eyes...
Those eyes who were always seeing the pinnacle.
What will be there?
Well..
A house where the birds
Who were there for phoenix
till that knife stabbed in her heart was out,
would live happily.
They would see the phoenix....
fly high above the sky.
Where is the road?
Where does it leads to?
Will there be dogs of peace barking upon her?
Or a tree blossomed with flowers of success
welcome her?
Little does the phoenix knows
And the birds...
And now...
seeing the canvas get torn
From others thorn..
But still she will be there
With a knife stabbed in her heart
Coz, there is something..
Something for every phoenix
at the end of the road
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