Saturday, 6 September 2014

THE YOUNG INDIAN LADY

There this girl that I just met
Its like she's in a natural net
She smiles and the world smiles around a mile
Wid everytime she closes her eyes its like the eyes are pieces of peace with so much to cease with so much ease that even birds could sing with her breeze
As she writes those lines we can see the fine lines of the mind that she can bind
Her every word is like the bird  which makes the sky a wonder and her words make the mind wake up from its slumber
And wen she thinks even the lords refuse to wink
The young Indian lady with so much strength in her already
No matter wat might down her
She chooses never to bow down
It's like she loves to live and lives to love
The young Indian lady who holds a teddy but is always ready