The Girl In White

Fear in her eyes,
her messed up hair.
She stood alone in the barren lands,
unheard, uncared.

Her voice so was dull,
you just couldn't hear.
Her actions suggested,
to her, life wasn't fair.

The fury, the anger,
all in despair.
How would it feel,
thrown out of your very own lair?

She wanted to ask why?
She knew it wasn't right.
She felt like hitting herself.
Why did she go down without a fight?

She felt she had lost.
No hope, no respite,
and there she stood in the sand,
the girl in white.


Gudju(read: my sister) called me up one night when I was in Kota, preparing for IIT-JEE.
G: Bhai, kal ek poem deni hain yaar school mein koi competition hain.
H: Kyuu?
G: Compulsary hain
H: toh...
G: Bhai likh de naa tujhe toh thodi hi der lagegi....
H: Gudj kal test hain mera beta.
G: Bhai plz........le main Parku(read: my brother) ko phone de rahi hoon....woh likh lega.........

I had a picture postcard on my table from mocha.........
Next three minutes...Parku wrote as I spoke.........and after three minutes we had THE GIRL IN WHITE !!!