Ingénue

                

She was petite, with long hair neatly combed into a bun,

Her eyes always carried the burden of her tears,

Despite that it always glistened and caught attention, 

Luck never favored her, she thought. 

She had the ability of inquisition, not provided by the Education system, 

She was keen on knowing. 

She too had problems like any of us, an inevitable thing. 

Everyone around her felt, 

her contribution wasn't a thing to be taken into account, 

She too felt the same. 

Amidst the susurration, she could distinguish those voices vividly, 

Voicing their complaints against her. 

Actually the problem didn't lie with her, it was with the world,

She wasn't meant to be born here

She was an ingénue in a nefarious reality called the world. 

The reason for her melancholy, being her heart that loved sincerely. 

Little did she know, she was being watched by the Almighty, 

In His eyes, her deeds were ineffable. 

She was too innocent to understand the complexity of His mercy, 

She was too real to understand the things he had planned for her..