Someone asked me how was my life. i replied that it was rocking only a day before it hit the rock bottom!!
reveal a mystic combination
each nonchalant face
depicts an interesting story
the shallow river
unveils some slimy creations
the dark sky
prompts a mysterious secret
Don’t rebuff it as a serious observation
But the fact is that-
things turn exotic;
to a curious vision..
How delicate was born she;
How sensitive was born she!
Pure beauty personified with dignity;
But a bed of roses wasn’t her world to be.
Shallow was her fame;
And false were the claims.
Since childhood she was cautioned about the other lot;
She could be carefree only her thoughts.
She was independent carrying emotional strands;
Aware, others’ wish was her command.
Though acknowledged equal to the other;
Somethings weren’t for her to bother.
An hollow pride of her family she turned to be;
Ohh! as a disguised princess was born she.