The Girl
The Girl
Free from all worries and dismay,
This girl is of her own kind.
No matter how many friends she has,
She enjoys with those who are with her at that time.
She never cares of back bitchers,
Neither she has time to explain.
She simply flies with the time,
Busy exploring her world and regime.
If you want to join her,
She would welcome you by heart.
And if you want to leave,
No complaints at all.
She does value people,
But never make them a habit.
She does care about things,
But never hold grudges.
The girl is not an idol,
Neither an inspiration.
She does exist,
Not an imagination.
