She was fragile and immature,
Wildness and curiosity had she
befriended,
Everything from pin to portrait
interested her,
There was something in her eyes,
That none could have apprehended.
Her heart was a garden,
With walls very high,
Her smile as charming as it could
get,
So what if she survives on four
wheels,
What if she can’t swing to the
rhythms,
She is beautiful, not for the
ephemeral looks,
But for the way she thinks, for the
way she is,
A beauty untold, a beauty from
within.
ANNU KAIMAL
DIV- A
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