Blustery Soul

She was wild, turbulent who wants the world to be the conqueror, her self-respect was the only thing she cared about, she doesn’t care about damnation. She was ultimately blustery and to every soul that ever reflect barbarousness, brutishness. She can inhale them roaring wildly to destroy the evil. Never ever, nobody ever tried to cage this free spirit who blows her trumpet even in the worst weather, even in the tempest. She cared about being righteous with the real soul who wants to win the battle, which doesn’t fear the inimical situations.

(My hands will create what my heart dictate)

© Tanishka jain