There was a girl born in eighty seven
in a small town, for her it is heaven
Grown up surrounded by many persons
Taken care with loads of love and affection
She is so short tempered
but wont let others down in need
She can go to any extent for her folks
She likes to be surrounded with people, No day she will be alone
She will believe in persons
and move with them quickly
But once she comprehends the real face, She quits soon
She knows broken bell cannot ring well
Believe in Love and affection
Trusts in truth, Holds god tightly
Alluring to be a child
Not ready to face the wild
She will keep on pester for a simple thing
but arrives at her own decision after sorting it out
With keen social responsibility
allocates time for the needier
She is special always
With all these bundle of characters
With unmatched aspects
After all, it is me..!!
Yes, Always I am special to me..
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True each one is special - at least to herself
ReplyDeletenicely penned and it is special...
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