She met many people in her life.
Some became her friends
Others became so close to her.

But, during her hard times
She neither got a shoulder to cry on
Nor a body to hug her to console
She was all alone....

Her parents fought
While she, alone in her darkroom
At a corner, shedding pearls
From her beautiful wide eyes......

She let her problems out of her heart
With all these pearls falling out....

They say , crying is weakness
And yes, she was weak
Weak to fight for some happiness....

Her parents never knew her
And what she was going through
They cared about their ego and pride
They never wanted to lose an argument .
Both wanted to win their claims.


Maybe they'd won their fights
But they fail to realise the fact,that
With every arguments
They're losing their daughter.


They'd given everything she wanted
But failed to devote happiness...
Which she craved for.....
Which she wished for......

They believed
Money could recover happiness
For their daughter
Did it even made her happy?

Slowly, she closed her eyes
Hoping everything will be alright  soon.

Nevertheless, its going to be
The same as always..........