Tuesday, 19 August 2014

Still she smiles....



Her past has been trodden & broken


Could find the truth in a single word spoken


Living with the bitter & twisted lies


Still she smiles





Had lived a discriminated life


Always she was the one with limited choice


Have been trying to spring high like a tide


Still she smiles





Slowly her youth will slip away & trickle


Certainly she would be old with the wrinkles


Might even loose sight of her eyes


Still she smiles





Dare to dream & fly high in the sky


She is one i can call catcher in the rye


Though no one ever heard her silent cries


Still she smiles





Her sassiness is disguised by many


But she is happy with apricot dipped in honey


Scattered believes stops her to rise


Still she smiles





She might be an unfledged sparrow


Still she earned her pride & never borrow


With her soft hands ,you might not be surprised


Still she smiles





Leaving behind nights of terror and fears


She kept walking & swiping away all the tears


People wish to see bowed head and lowered eyes


Still she smiles