RISE!

To sport my feminity and confidence in equal measures

Hold my head up high in the face of disasters

To every person who thinks I'm a dainty maiden

I've proven time n' again I can rebuild my kingdom

Break me, shake me, put me in a fix

I'll rise again from my ashes like the glorious Phoenix!

©️ Sangeetha Kamath Prabhu

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'OWL'TASTIC

' OWL' TASTIC He sits in solitude as the sun slips by Rousing from deep sleep as the moon rises high Now is his time to party and play With a hoot of delight he's set out to catch his prey Swooping on rats and cubs of tiny critters His noiseless wings span the fields, woods and pastures Wise old owl is his title to this day Black, white or brown, they're endearing creatures so I say Keeping him as a pet is a hearts delight When they cuddle up to you in the blinding sunlight Turning his head all the way, he's powerful and elegant—an acrobat of the skies! ©️ Sangeetha Kamath Pic Courtesy:Pixabay

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