Iridescent Dusk

Life Of A.T.

This is a tale about a mysterious girl,
Far she was from the materialistic world.
She was different from the rest of the girls.

Dolls, diamonds never fancied her anyway,
She hated "pink" and proclaimed it everyday.
She had the energy and aura about her,
That made the day of the people around her.

Her "dimpled" smile had a delicacy about it,
Generous and kind she was with little kids.
Kids that had no food and shelter,
Were helped and nourished,
All thanks to this girl.

She was tested by forces of nature,
As darkness dawned on this naive creature.
It felt as if the gods were against her,
For her life was filled with miseries that got to her.

It broke her heart to million pieces,
She went to seek peace at various places.
Alas! Everywhere the little girl went,
She was greeted with contemptuous faces.

She carried the burden of world on her shoulders,
Abandoned by her people, when she needed them most.
Questions were raised on her modesty,
She was shattered with unwanted animosity.

But she was a soldier, a fighter, a hero,
She fought, yet she failed, again and again.
Eventually, she rose above all evil,
To face the world, with her mighty strength.

This new found strength,
She found in new people.
People she loved,
With all her devotion.

They say that after every night,
A day will embrace the lonely child.
It happened so for the pretty lady,
As happiness entered her life lately.

Blissful she felt once again,
This time she had some trustworthy friends.
And she asked great Almighty,
For nothing else.

Even today a fear runs through her veins,
Fear of loosing the love of people she cares for.
Little does she know that,
Some bonds are unbreakable.

True friendship survives,
Beyond things conceivable.
I just want to remind this girl,
That she is not alone in this vast Earth.

If all hell breaks loose,
We will stand for each other.
Conquer all wars, emerge victorious,
Together as sisters.

For the years to come,
27 th October shall be cherished,
As a girl named Ananya,
Took birth on this majestic planet.

May God bless her with all wonderful things,
And never in her life,
She feels deserted again.

~Shipra

Note:
This poem is dedicated to a very special friend- Ananya Tripathi. Wherever you are, I hope you are happy.
Love.

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