The Indian Girl:Uncommon Story of a Common Indian Girl

                THE INDIAN GIRL

You might miss your home

But your house surely misses you

The house she converted into a home

Will never be the same again

As it would dearly miss ‘The Indian Girl’

Who began as well as ended

Her day rescuing others

That Indian Girl who took care of

Everything around family or friends

That Indian Girl that might have

Left her Parents place for good

And embrace her beloved’s family as her own

But would still put in all her efforts

To keep both her families synced and happy

The walls of her house have lost someone very precious

Someone whom they always looked upto

The very walls that heard her smiles and cries

Now badly longs for the company of ‘The Indian Girl’

Who had sacrificed all her dreams

For the well-being of her father’s family

The taps and showers that regularly

Heard her melodious songs

Don’t seem to come to terms with her departure

They still function but now lack the rhythm

The windows have lost their most

Pleasant companion and don’t seem

To be the same after her farewell

They lie unattended and quiet

Her pillow is still wet

As it still holds the most precious tears

That she couldn’t hold back

Yet it rejoices to have served

Such an organized head blossomed by values and wisdom

‘Not only the walls, showers and windows

Even the spoons, cups and plates

Have lost their voice

That once sang in her cherished company

But this ‘Indian Girl’ won’t hold back

She will by all means

Bring them back to life

With just her smile and ecstacy

Wheather it be the terrace or gallery

Whatever she has left behind

Could never forget the love she showered

It was material that once created the house

But it was her constant efforts

Which transformed it into a home

For which the house can never repay her

Yet it did the best it could ever do

To provide her a home and a sweetheart

That would love her and respect her

Way more than the house

‘That now craves for her presence’ ever did..