Never had she known what
she lost in her life,
Where her choice went
wrong
Which was the wrong path
she got in?
Who is the worn person to
visit her life?
Possessive girl, bold and
strong in outlook
Fair and thin with short
bushy hair
Neither thought or did something
to hurt others
But she incurred hurting
from everyone.
She danced to the tune of
music,
Sang along with the wind
and nature,
Smiled among the colourful
butterflies and
Fragrant flowers around
her.
Gentle like dew drops,
soft as cotton,
Elegant and stylish like a
model
Her eyes twinkle like the
stars
Glossy skin, cute smile,
flabby touch
She acted or people around
her did
Loved everyone, trusted
everyone
Being used for their own
needs
Kicked off here and there
in all posts
She was blind to see the
hidden
Faces behind the masks
Dedicated efforts, hard
works by her
Went unrecognized
Loved to walk in the rain
with dear ones,
Along the unknown paths
and streets
Busy or lonely roads, noisy
or silent
She wished to be besides
loved ones.
When she fall into the
pit, she cried out loudly
For someone to lend a
hand, to console her
With words and presence
Nobody turned to bother her
life
Her silence does not mean
her weakness
Possessiveness, pain and
tears meant nothing
With no sign board and
indicators she walked
No destination, no land , nowhere
to board
She realised the fact of
being alone,
Actors around her had left
Survived high and low
tides alone in her life
Still she lives among us,
may be you or I.
