by Hirra Sultan
In the cheer of her voice
Laid hidden distress of her voice
In her chirpy bubbly nature
Laid hidden someone mature
In her happy carefree ways
Laid hidden some tearful days
In her outreaching helpful ways
Laid the longing to be cared for!
But none could understand her maturity
None to bother-her destiny
None to understand her reasons- why
None tried to get her anyway!
(The poet is a B.Tech student)
