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A SERENE GIRL

some people you can never forget... even if you try to cut off,I bet you will fail... so do I... a failure, a proud failure indeed!!

This is a story
of  serene girl...
who brought glory
and eyes like a pearl!
she is angelic
but not with wings
half cupid, half relic
surprise she brings!
with a heart of gold
things untold.
worries would be sold
before they are told...
in her she carries
innocence of a newborn
she will tell you stories
pages of sorrows would be torn!
with her you know
you will be fine
you just watch the show
e-i-g-h-t and then n-i-n-e
till the time
you would count t-e-n...
you will hear the chime
and you are out of that den!
the den of the darkness
where you were locked
by the power of her kindness
you will be shocked!
you keep wondering
you keep admiring
as per the old saying
fairies keep sailing!
you will never know
when she came and left
it is the end of the show
all pain with her she swept!
i still ponder
i still think
that angel yonder...
and before i blink,
i see her again
and i wonder why?
why this blessing i shall gain?
me:weak and shy
she:wow and bright!
like a distant star
sometimes glittering light.
but me, not at par
of receiving her presence
that distant star!
acknowledging the essence!
and i always thought
even with HIM i fought
for getting less than others got!
for i always forgot
that it is the pain
that demands to be felt
everyone having a share same
depends on the way it is being dealt!
she taught me things
she listened to my cry
again, maybe not with wings
a fairy, in awe of her you may die...
i am writing still...
this is now against my will
words are acting as a pill
for those scars are now a fill...!!

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