Twirling like she flew in the air,
Played along the little girl with every less hair
She kept telling and inviting me for her birthday
I wondered why did she celebrate one, everyday
She invited all her friends and cut a cake
With special instructions, she saw as it was being baked
She never knew what lay ahead.. just twirled around
In every minute, her happiness she found
I bade her a good bye for that day and promised to meet her again
Days got busier and I never did, but one fine day, I crossed her lane
I searched for her but she wasn’t found
Worried, I asked people around
Some wept and some mourned,
Told me by fate, she was disowned
She lived no longer amidst us
No wonder, everyday she created a ruckus
A madness within her that kept others alive
While she truly lived, others pretended to survive




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8 comments:
wonderful write !
:) thank you ma'am for always encouraging
wonderful! The last line sums it all.
Who is she(the girl) by the way?
A figment of imagination.. :)
nice 1 :D
:D Thanks BC!
:) thank you
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