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She

 Her thoughts were like dancing on a forlorn stage,  She could have proved herself only if she were let out of that hefty cage. Unaccountable shakles fill her with rage,  She wants to cry out, "Its her age". Several others keep a gauge to check upon that she never turns the page. The dazzling fire burn in readiness that could not assuage,  This won't let her settle before she wins the battle until then there is no stoppage. This would keep her engage until she proves that her skills were not something to sway in drainage. 

Curosity killed the cat

 In our 21st century, curosity doesn't just kills cats but infact can terminate several clans. Minding our own business is todays absolute wiseness. Where more than half of us are self-absorbed, there still remains a lot soon to be dissolved. We are the "Curious ones". Since we eagerly examine all that we come across. They call us perplexed morons. But sometimes we turn out quite resourceful while at other instances we rescue the masses from the unintended perils. Slowly, we are all becoming strangers without any inclinations. Our emotions are currently so avaricious that we have lost touch with our conscience. They say its not polite to pry into other's lives. Truly curosity is a double edged sword. If works can be of great use, if not brings painful wounds. For at the end, we are all bound to die be it curious or satisfied.