Short Somethings (#One)

~~ Little Things~~

Looked down as a little weed all through her life,
Viciously outspoken and insulted by the cruel wives

She started disbelieving in her own self
She didn't need a prince charming but a little help

A help by the little daughter of the farmer;
Who lived alongside the river where the sun shone warmer!

Where, on the very same place did the two stumble upon
The lady in her torn garments; the girl with her little clown.

Harrased, depressed, confused, betrayed, offended,
She had made up her mind to put the little traveled journey to an end

But life has its own box, full of surprises
Sometimes filled with bliss; otherwise little wicked crises.

Seeing the kid joyous just by a little toy
She realized she had been wrong all the way, oh boy!

Because it ain't the big mishaps that matter
But the tiny, little things which have a buoyant chatter

Being modest they won't easily unfold
But that's the trick my friend, all you need to do is behold!