Young and old
loved her,
For she was full of confidence and bold;
Sometimes shy, always reliant and polite
Giving more to life than what catches the eye
Who taught her to be like this?
Must be someone very wise.
Once upon a time
in a village hidden from foresight
She lived a not so fairytale life
No swords, no castle
No royal lineage or monstrous battles
No princes, no knights
Just she and her ordinary life
Good that it was not an enchanted tale
As she got to write her own fable
A simple tale of daily struggles
Of dreams, of triumph over hard times
Of radiance that cannot be hidden
She loved her father a lot
Just the way the moon rises and gives light,
She would fill his world with a certain kind of glowing vibe
If he’s there, she would sparkle with joy
As if some star from the night sky
When he is not around,
Which was often,
She would patiently wait for his return
Even when he’s away
Her love for him never goes away
All she ever wanted
is that sweet little grin in his face
when he would call her name,
For she was named after the spring
How could one not grin?
Then it was not just the name
Even in humid summer, she was spring all over again
Like the sun shining over the rain
and droplets of rain tumbling across the sunshine
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 7:41 PM UTC
Young and old
loved her,
For she was full of confidence and bold;
Sometimes shy, always reliant and polite
Giving more to life than what catches the eye
Who taught her to be like this?
Must be someone very wise.
Once upon a time
in a village hidden from foresight
She lived a not so fairytale life
No swords, no castle
No royal lineage or monstrous battles
No princes, no knights
Just she and her ordinary life
Good that it was not an enchanted tale
As she got to write her own fable
A simple tale of daily struggles
Of dreams, of triumph over hard times
Of radiance that cannot be hidden
She loved her father a lot
Just the way the moon rises and gives light,
She would fill his world with a certain kind of glowing vibe
If he’s there, she would sparkle with joy
As if some star from the night sky
When he is not around,
Which was often,
She would patiently wait for his return
Even when he’s away
Her love for him never goes away
All she ever wanted
is that sweet little grin in his face
when he would call her name,
For she was named after the spring
How could one not grin?
Then it was not just the name
Even in humid summer, she was spring all over again
Like the sun shining over the rain
and droplets of rain tumbling across the sunshine
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