Little Girl

Let’s go down the memory lane,
There she stood on the doorway,
With her heavy school bag on,
Puzzled to choose a way.

The little princess walked in,
With a little nervousness,
Choosing words wisely,
Trying not to make a mess.

All wonder for the new girl,
So did everyone, so did I,
I walked to her, introduction,
She started with a soft ‘Hi’.

Everyday’s little things,
Made us what we are today,
There to watch each other’s back,
Troubles, heh? We know we’ll be okay.

Sweet she looks, sweet her words,
Like the definition of friends,
Trust she’ll never break of you,
She’ll help you above all bends.

Be afraid to lose her,
Lose her, and smile because she came,
Don’t sigh because she left,
She did the best for your name.

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Himanshu Bageshara

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I survived Intermediate high school. Although nothing more than a student for now, but nothing less than a poet too. Just 18 and carry way too much emotion in my head, well, that's poet-like.
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