A little girl was born in a family.
The Gods were offered prayers thankfully.
No she wasn’t a fantasy!
She was a sunshine in reality,
For all the people of the locality,
With whom she played happily.
All loved her with their hearts and souls.
She played a million roles,
For various relatives and their goals.
Everyone felt fortunate to watch her grow.
There seemed to be no ‘loophole’,
In any relationship under patrol.
The little bud had all bloomed then.
She was a rare combination of beauty and brain.
When it was the right age, a hundred wise men
Came to take her as their woman.
She married one of the finest gentlemen.
In red-velvet she was prettily dressed.
The grandeur wedding was the one that impressed,
Everyone in the northwest.
There were special arrangements to welcome the guests.
It was a princely fest.
Only a couple of years thereafter,
One day she visited her mother.
What a surprise it was to discover,
That the people who called her their color,
Now didn’t even bother,
To meet her at supper.
The incident struck her like a thunderbolt.
She knew not what was her fault.
The relations she once flaunted,
Had all vanished at once like they were some fraud.
The ‘loophole’ was her final reward.
When people of your own,
Behave like some unknown,
Is the time you realize that all the while you were in a fantasy zone.
Suddenly you know that you had been all alone.
She felt disowned.
But no,that wasn’t so true,
The nature told her in a déjàvo.
In order to grow,
The seed has to undo,
All the links that join it to its debut.
The little nut does detach,
From the tree so as to attach,
Itself to a fresh soil so as to stretch
And bloom into a new version of itself.
That was real the catch !