She came like a child
Curious...
Talking animated...a bit
Not willing to sit...
As if she was curious...utterly
And looking at the book cover
Had perhaps the sense
Of having a flight
Through
Through
The monsoony cloud dense...
Once he tried to raise
The issue
Of failings and falls...
But she...
Ain't a child?
'Let's not talk like that...
Negative...
For life is all about flying...
High...
Too high
As if reaching
Him...'
Then
She
Got into reading,
Afterall ,
She
A child not...
A woman
Of the God...
A reader sure...
A seer
Pure...
So
She started reading a blue sky
And a white bird as she flied...
And
Time
Got into
time...
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