Walking down the corridor,
too lost in life's concern.
I met a stranger around the turn.
She looked at me & smiled a while
she looked familiar,like i knew her as a child.
After a moment of staring and her face,
I began to see a very mild trace,
of me in her,like we were made of a common batter
She could have been my sister,had i not known better.
Only that she was not entirely me,
she looked younger i'd say
& much more prettier and brighter
than me anyday.
She had no signs of worry of her face.
The world hadn't yet killed her grace.
The innocence hadnt been replaced by diplomacy.
There was no sign of struggle for supremacy.
Yes,that was the difference
between her and me
She was unharmed,
untouched by misery.
I on the other hand,had faced the sun
Got a tan,far beyond the pretty pink
& my hair was tied up in a tight bun
that was skillfully designed to kill my instinct.
As we walked past, I caught her in a last glance
& wondered if sally would ever dance.
Again,the way she did once
when the rest hadn't come and broken her trance
When she lived in her world
full of flowers and dreams
& life was too simple
& dressed in creams.
Will she ever be able to dance again.
& run like a wild horse
Not caught in the reins.
Of life & work
& responsiblities unbound.
Will she ever be able to catch nature's miracles?
When her life is going around in endless circles
Or will she always when walking in a spree
Be surprised when she bumps into a stranger like me??
