"My father sent me this!"
She told me that day.
Her eyes gleaming, putting on the widest smile on her face.
That face, those eyes, left on me such a mark
For hidden there was a secret blinding dark.
Forbidden to be told, hidden under a little stole,
The stole worn by her family,
who dared not disturb her from tranquility.
She wore that red frock and jumped up and down
Oblivious to so much, had no trace of even a little frown
But every single word from her mouth made me sigh
For how long could this girl live in the shadow of such a lie?
How could solace get a grip on her when the truth unfolds?
How would she react to new found realization once she breaks of from her mold?
Then,
Would she remain as lively she is today?
Would she still chirp, come out and play?
Would she be able to contain that heavy pain?
Would those streams of tears wash away and make her more sane?
Slowly and Steadily, she may move away,
Maybe with anguish and a lot of emptiness,
But still will live all her days.

For long she survived, believing on a person non existent
She believed in his presence even in his absolute absence
She felt his warmth even as he lay cold

And thus.
She will be able to bear this pain incompetent
She will live hopefully, still trusting on his reality

And one day she will surely meet, to the one who she gave so much love,
upon whose existence she had so much trust..
How? I don't know.

Maybe in her thoughts or actions,
or in herself or her trails
She will find him
And that's for sure.
Any time, every moment she will find him in store.