15) Girl Child
There she is a white lily…
Now there, she is a curious child
Perplexing adults in her excitement…
And now she flies…
Lengthening shadows, the just-before-dusk
Spread shades of sadness,
But are unable to touch her now,
As she flies fast
Like the full moon,
She reflects the light,
Even on the
Darkest of the nights
Water, sparkling spiritual water,
They say, can cleanse
Even the human soul, and I say,
Her innocence should purify...
But there she is… now a brook,
But how long will this
Transformation endure,
Before engulfed in the ocean?
Never heard before,
But can this brook hold its sheen?
Even in an ocean… like stars in the sky.
Again she transforms...
Becomes hope…
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15> Girl child
On an amazing day, when a Bombay local train was less crowded enough to write on a piece of paper during a journey. The theme is nothing new, but it was like a test of strength to push both desire & cynicism aside to let in an ambiguously accepted state.
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