The wind rustled against her cheek
As she took a furtive sneak peek.
Into her hut from mom’s watchful glance
Fuelled herself out from every ordinance.
Pretty enough in her tattered green frock,
Hopped and rocked, so did her thick locks.
Not knowing…… not wanting to know….
What life had to unfold, for, nothing did she owe.
Her round face impregnated
With innocence, she was elated.
Her tiny fingers felt the world outside
That mom had tried from her to hide.
All drenched, waded through her way,
As leaves danced and bushes past sway.
Suddenly felt a thrust that bore
Mom’s voices amidst the downpour.
On the doorway, giving a terrific look
Stood mom, ready to rebuke.
In its stead opened up her arms
And embraced her princess whom she couldn’t live sans.
Held the girl tight as if on a roller coaster ride,
The only reason for which she survived.
But the liitle one had a mischievous smile,
All set to explore yet another mile.
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