Burning feet

Her dreams were so long,
Happy and successful like a theme song.
she was 22 and had sense of what is right and what’s wrong.
Frozen believes and high goals,
The other part of poles where all her roles,
Another day of her daily day scrolls.
Traveling alone with grace and controls.

WAIT !
something sounding bad those abuses on the back of the seat,
As equivalent to those offense carried on our streets,
 I tried to come out and run faster and faster so that I can beat,
Those fellows who never respect, full heart of concrete.
 I increase my speed and started burning feet I was panic, shocked and alert with fast hearbeat.
And then all essence changed when I tried and rescued but so then I spent my whole viability with my burning feet.

Never hide yourself from things you have to face everywhere.