HER

Happy… Curious… Free… Wild

Explorer on mood… Sailor on a tide

A look at the radiance of her eyes

That beholds the tales of many amazing sights

A feel of that hair let loose

Speaks of the breezy days you wish to choose

The infectious smile, that greets you with a grin

Tells you the count of streams it has gulped and takes you for a spin

The feet that don’t need any caress

Has stooped over pebbles, comforting all days that are a mess

As you watch her, you see her through

Her soul reeks of a wanderer, soaring high

Born free, having broken all the rings

She has now grown wings

She ventured as a sailor with a boat in the stream

Then she learned to become one with the flow of the stream

She has just begun exploring

For she has discovered the mermaid within

You realize she’s poetry in progress

One who has grown beyond her innocence

She now resembles the independence

Someone who can’t be shackled anymore

She won’t confide in the bullish society’s norms

Nor that it’s needed anyways

She’s an explorer at heart, resilient by soul

Being all that ‘Womaniya’, in life, one can come across

She’s her own swansong, the ‘Geet’ she abides by

The vibe of her presence changes the aura nearby

She’s like a butterfly who has cocooned out of its shell

Outgrown her caterpillar days & is out exploring the beauty of the world

She resembles the ‘Hope’ we all look within

That makes you admire how little can mean more

The stories of her travel you hear

Makes your heart want more

The sight of the deep valleys

Gushing through winds of far-off plains

Walking on the waves on the shore

And the blindingly bright alleys

The streams she drank from

The mountains she climbed

The other butterflies she crossed paths with

And the colour of flowers that bloomed

You want her to keep soaring high

Like the clouds in the blue sky

You witness all of this and realize how perfect she is

You wouldn’t want to hear her story in any other way

Filled with hope, you wish her poetry to keep flowing

Let her be the explorer she is, with the breeze of freedom in her wane