Lost

Wisp of darkness looms around,

Stealing the dusk off the ground;

While lost in reminiscence of the day past by

She gazes aimlessly at the starless sky.

Fiddling with her old rusty locket,

Stretched she lies, on a verdant bed.

Alone she was from the very start

But least she wanted to be this world’s part.

The descant of people fading leaves her pondering deep,

While a surging familiar loneliness takes her by a sweep.

Yes: she walks, smiles and talks just like she always did,

But little by little, piece by piece she only faced defeats.

Strong and bold, but hollowing so;

Tranquility lost with every blatant blow.

Innocence of spirit to grow and fuse

But virtue lost in this disdain deluge.

All she wanted - to be one of them

A pawn she remained in this wicked game.

A dam of endurance now broken all,

Floods the smile of this porcelain doll.

She braces herself for a sleepless night

And witnesses the fading silver light;

Again she rides high on her daily lies

Orphan she was always, but now she cries.

-Vaisakhi Mishra

P.S. - Picture Courtesy - Google Baba