The Sudsy

As I was sipping my coffee in the college canteen, I glanced her as she crossed the road,

She was my childhood friend; she was carrying a bag,

I hurriedly ran towards her, with a lot of courage,

hoping to say the words that I buried under time.

Heard a voice Mummy, and she was kissing her daughter.

It’s not an advertisement, the reality of girls in some part of our country.