Inside a vital womb,
was a seed planted.
By the mighty God,
was a life granted.
As the new parents,
cuddled their bundle of joy in their arms,
she gripped their finger in her palms,
they imagined all the great things,
their little princess would accomplish.
Soon, the rattle in her hand,
changed to a pencil,
with which several times,
she would write and cancel.
Sitting along her friends,
she decorated her doll into a bride,
and also her groom with pride.
Years passed,
and her small pink hands,
amazingly evolved to teenage manicured ones,
her cute two ponies to stylish laser cuts,
Johnson's baby stuff to Lo'real and Garnier,
baby shoes to pencil heels.
She pretended everything to be fine,
but, inside every moment she felt dying,
though at times found herself on cloud nine,
she knew, difficulties would freeze her spine.
She underwent several changes,
She faced tough times,
She beared heartbreaks,
like in the sun, the wet mud bakes.
Little did she know,
something was yet to arrive,
like a cherry on the cake,
someone was yet to come,
to take her away from her mum.
And finally, the day arrived.
The daddy's little girl,
to a dashing boy was tied.
She looked beautiful,
draped in a bridal chiffon,
of color red and many several tone.
Her heart thumped,
with doubts and confusions,
when the holy mantras,
with silent promises were spoken.
Into a new life she stepped,
the fear of responsibilities did pang her head,
trials and tribulations did never leave her side,
but the hurt in her heart she would always hide.
Though her world evolved with
insecurities,
confusions and
changes at every take,
her life continues to be same,
for everyone's sake.
