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
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