Chaotic Girl

I've never met the one,

Who loves chaos

But, then I see her,

Crystal like a glass.

Happy and content in what she chose,

Come what may, she never accuse.

She celebrates her agonies without a frown,

She wears a tiara of 'miseries' like a crown.

No, she doesn't look sad to me,

I wonder, what makes her agree,

She believes that life is not to run,

Rather the miseries are just the pun.

How many like her do we really see,

In this world of array and decree.

The calmness in her face , I will never forget,

That look of not to be doleful or regret.