Thunder Girl

She is unique, out of the dreary lots.

Not sure, why she abhors me.

She pays a surprise visit, 

During her short stay, 

I lose her by counting her age.

Days and nights are short 

When she is with me.

I wonder! 

How she impresses so many of us,

In her short span of life, 

As rightly marked by one of Einstein's 

Quotes.

Everyone gets mesmerized, 

By her personality.

Some enjoy her company, 

By spending hobbies as she 

Ages without bedridden.

Where others enjoy, 

Her company by relaxing on her lap, 

As she moves towards her time locked 

Death bed.

Hate or love.

You can't imagine a life without her.

She is not a mate, She doesn't have sex.

She is part and parcel of everyone's life 

And everyone knows her, but no one can't save her from birth and death.

Kids love her. 

Adults adore her, 

Elders get hope from her.

While she lives in hours, immortally as a mythical Phoenix bird.

But her existence doesn't make any disparity, between an alcoholic and a workaholic.

While I see her as a short-lived immortal girl, who flees me as light before I hear her thunderous voice of I am present.