No matter the depth,

Her eyes are on the sky brimming with opportunities…

Clutched in mud,

She has a sight to bloom like life…

In the meadows with un-favouring winds,

She won’t enact scarecrow even if in need…

Washing away the negativity in the raindrops of love of the family,

She is focused on shining, even when out of sight…

Tears on the brink of lids,

She is hiding it up with a wide smile…

Wanting to hug someone who cares,

She is still reluctant to open up and express…

With efforts persistent and disciplined,

She believes in the power of trying time and again…

Holding back the pain of being unheard,

She is focused on channelizing the hurt wisely…

Distracting the withering hope,

She is clinging on inner strength…

Clinging to bypass any sort of unforeseen looming sight…