Wednesday, 8 April 2015


She sat beneath a tree,
Hearing the winds blowing and birds chirping,
Looking at flowers blooming and the waves rising,
All she knew that it was autumn evening, and she was all alone, gazing at the most beautiful sight with a broken heart.
Her heart was shattered into pieces but she wasn't ready to quit.
Many people came and went, but she was over it.
All the time she thought, that she was alone weeping for people, alone, who weren't worth it.
Never did she know there were two eyes, above, watching her.
It felt like a supernatural power, which she called DAD.
-Muskan Suchit Pai.

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