Tiny fingers rolled up in clay

or twisted curly hairs,

naughtiness in her feet but

cute lips will always lead you to please her ….

 

Bottled up with softness, or

a dark red nose…. Tears on her eyes

and chocolates in her mouth

that’s how was the girl,

never opt for pink toys

but always looking for a hand to nap her to sleep…

 

Moving ahead unknowingly

she got melted down, to bring pride

to her pride Fathers,

she lost hope….

 

A phrase in a new lane,

lead her walk amongst others

though not confident enough to handle

but always a desire on head

to be someone instead of being a no one….

 

Tried her luck to pursue

what she lost, got hold of it

which no longer bother her any more…

 

At a moment, she did listen to the omens,

tired all spoons of honey and

landed up in a new destiny,

wherein she made up stuffs to go in the flow….

Silent nights with howling stomach

she did stop over near street vendors

and filled herself with sumptuous pieces of delight…

Never do she cared of her wrist watch, it’s too late

but she was never bare hand, there was a soul to rely upon….

 

At time now, when she peeps out through the window pane,

The streets were still dark and silent but it no longer sparkles her eye

indeed, it laid her down with tears rolling down her cheeks…

Exhilarating emotion lied to hook up, yet it’s a harrowing sense

figuring out – was it an entire fabricated bond which she was being into….

 

Could not be strong enough to move on,

she went deep into it and there she says

she got carried away with blossoms in her heart

as he was high and she was numb to hear anything….

 

Never could she curse, nor could she blame

she took a step back when all runs by in the crowd.

Weeps herself down, though proved to be strong

for whom was always a question….

Materialistic goods never mattered

as she nurtured herself with her psychological health,

went through every bite she could take,

never could she heal herself though sound kid dish for onlookers,

she shivered every night…...

 

Tonight, she places her paper

decides to move on, no clue of what’s ahead….

Only thing that matters now is she is no one and always wanna be the same.

She quits, not that she was ill in her head

she was strong enough to give her place to someone who values it more….

 

She is never too weak,

nor too strong,

neither a coward to leave…

She took a step ahead to move further in search of a solitary nap….