I never wondered plight of that girl you know …
She was always there
Always listening and just once wanted to get addressed….
Wanted to feel how it is like to be yourself….
(dammit someone tell her this world is not for those stupids)
Always gave this excuse to myself….
How could I forget that she was the one giving me strength when I was shattered….
Her little hands caressing my head when others just baffled….
But here comes the need to revive that poor thing….
You might wonder what I’m just mumbling….
And who that girl might be…..
Well that’s my true self who’s now scribbling this poetry…..