• "I see what you don’t. Write about things least spoken of. Speak less, listen more. Watch less, observe more. Know more by learning more. Attach less, detach more. Be seen less, remembered more. And believe that less is, in fact, more."
  • "Today, organs can get replaced but no one has found a replacement for lost trust, abandoned hearts, shattered souls and tears that flowed. Imagine that!"
  • "Life is not a straight line. It is a circle. See you a-round!"
  • If you do not wish to cross the bridge when you get to it go ahead, take a boat... either way, cross over, you will have to."

Feb 27 2004

The Girl With Curls

Image credit: gettyimages.com

Image credit: gettyimages.com

There was a girl
Who’s hair was curled.
She loved to swirl
And watch her dress twirl.

There came the day
When she heard them say,
“She cannot stay,
She should go today.”

Her little heart wept
Her eyes she swept.
She felt inept
And dwelled in depth.

She cursed her fate
And questioned her mate.
He ignored her state
And left her in hate.

He was a stranger
She felt in danger.
He was no ranger
But always caged her.

Her cries were silent
His moans were violent.
She bore the violence
In pain and silence.

Everyday she bled
And prayed she were dead.
Wondered why she had wed
A stranger called Ted.

He tore, he swore
And felt like ore.
It made her sore
And feel pain galore.

Finally one day
In the first week of May,
She heard herself say
“Don’t live this way.”

That night she died
With cuts on her pride.
He simply lied
Croc tears he cried.

There was a girl
Who’s hair was curled.
She loved to swirl
And watch her dress twirl.

© Maulshri Rajdhan

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