Thursday, 30 October 2014

Her life.

She stood in her school corridor,
All alone. 
She stood in her school uniform,
All worn out. 

She had been wandering around throughout the day,
Sometimes here, 
Sometimes there. 

Bunked all her classes,
Didn’t speak to anyone. 
Missed all her work,
Didn’t ask anyone. 

To her,
It was all monotonous. 

Every day she would go to school,
Give her attendance 
Then go break the rule.

She was a good actor, 
She made us into fools 
Acting about how she wasn’t surrounded by a pool. 

By a pool of her own tears,
Consisting of sorrows and pains 
That she never really shared. 

What she didn’t realise was that we could see right through her act,
And that we would obviously react.

So that day we made a pact
To restore her happiness, make an impact.

- Ragini Zutshi Anand