I’ll follow your trail
No matter where it leads.
For I am young
Curious cat still alive
Yet to tame my nose.
For I am your Merida
Lost in the forbidding
Forbidden woods
I hide keys and maps
In my red locks.
For I am brave
My hands and legs
Quivering
My quiver of arrows
Quivering too.
I’ll never give up
Trying to see where
You begin and end.
For I am nothing
If not wild and free.
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Shweta Bhat Poetry 