A Girl In The Crowd

Standing in the crowd, she saw people bustling by,

Busy in their lives, they glanced and just passed by,

Few of them stopped to say "hi", to show they care,

Few of them stood far away, with no time to spare.

Her feelings bottled up, her words trying to struggle out,

All seem blind, deaf unable to hear her sorrowful shout.

She stood all alone there, thoroughly drenched in her agony,

Like a melodious song disrupted by sudden cacophony.

Unable to sustain the fake attire of smile that swathed her skin,

Outraged and incited, wanted to shred it to pieces small and thin.

She wanted the world to listen to what she has to say,

Her glassy wet eyes pleading to whoever crossed her way.

Of course, how futile it was she didn’t understand,

She was no fairy with silver wings and the magical wand.

The wand which she would wave and cast a spell,

Her grief and misery would vanish, and all would be well.

Because she failed to understand that she was 'just' a girl,

Hurled like a stone, covered with dirt, despite being a pearl.

It had all been engraved in her fate, the day she was born,

Curses of being a girl, in this society still old and torn.