A Commoner Poem by Ketan Hukare

She was born with wings of fire,
A free spirit, unbounded by gravity
Head full of dreams she had
And thoughts close to insanity.
Moon was her lullaby mate,
With baton she controlled the tides.
Yet, with two good ears she was deaf
To the voices echoing inside.

She cradled the judgement of those
Who shaped her in their way,
Losing herself fighting their battles,
She lost memory of her own fray.
They blessed her with sweet words
But had motives cold as snow,
To her every dream, she dreamt as kid
They gifted a cursing "no".

Now, she hides herself underneath
She's as broken as her dream.
Her wings are cut and crushed in ice
She has forswear all her esteem.
She holds the mask of commoner,
Hides her face of torment and regret.
She is now one of us:
An abandoned memory, one left to forget.