Left

Shining every morning, the morning rays 

On the window's sill, which constantly frays 

Its edges were marred by dust.

She peeks through it, filled with wanderlust.

Into the outside world 

Lively and vibrant 

Where happiness lies unfurled

Besides her life being dull,

She seems to have a lot to mull over.

That pitiful girl

Impulsively, she grabs her tattered bag.

And heads out in the locality

and sees people bluff and brag.

With a sunken heart, she walks on alone.

As her companions left her ages ago 

Lonely and forlorn

Greeted by sunlight on her way 

Her eyes glimmered and forgot gloom and grey.

Thanks to her nerves 

That she hadn't stayed

At a place 

Where only misery was paved

She is finally out.

In the outside world,

Lively and vibrant

Where happiness lies unfurled