The little girl..

this piece is about loyal feelings which are rare in a sarcastic manner...

She hid behind the saree that her mum draped with finesse;

Most aqua-clear towards her inner-self never in a mess...



Unlike other unaccompanied minors who would usually get tense;

She was an exception with blend of firmness and innocence...



On my dinner with that little prodigy i always got the menu card back;

She had never in her tiny life been even unfaithful to food which we lack../





Unlike us showing our fangs now and then she would better sigh;

Neither sad during tough times nor boastful at happy times...///



She taught me how to balance a situation with her elegant smile;

her attitude towards life has raised the rims of all fragile...



what thousand pages couldn't put in my head is what "she" did..;

i learnt a "loyal way of life";and rules that would help aeons to lead...