I saw her each day as she sat across the bay,
Her elegance, so feminine and the innocence of a child,
She rolled her eyes that held the spark of mischief,
At times she chuckled, at times gently smiled.
They knew of her charms, of the magic she possessed
And they knew of her grace even when un-kept.
But little did they see beyond her timid self,
The strength that backed her at nights as she wept!
Broken since an age, her soul stood silent,
Ready to roar out the fire one day,
The flames that burned her heart so warm,
And killed her slowly, as she went astray!
Astray from virtue, as many believe,
Pointing fingers, calling her names,
While little they saw her quest for life,
Quest to breathe away from shame!
So there she waits, for a miracle to come,
And make slight changes to her fate,
Tired, she holds her head in her hands,
Smiling with complexities wrapped in her plait!
13th August 2015
amazing stuff
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