"A handsome girl"
Among the
crowd I stand,
Oh so born
with the fate.
Cold eyes
with ordinary dreams,
That cries,
complain & wait.
Lives here a
girl,
Seldom of
her kind,
Sonnets of
whose grandeur,
With bliss,
the folks recite.
Not one
extraordinary skill has she,
But that light of confidence on her face,
Not one can
perceive her pursuit,
And the
things she chase.
Was there a
time once when
Colors of her rainbow turned black,
For the dare
in her wings then,
Turned off no blues even her zodiac
to be continued.......
