New post from Avantika chandail
Happy and mischievous being a child,
Suitcase of memories, we build.
But little by little life grows up,grows old,
Running behind dreams,to shine like gold.
Careless doll burns up to be elegant,
Sayn' Do for what you are meant.
Living with those stories that are untold,
Unbuying lies that you have been sold.
Taking pride so high,that will never get fold,
Never letting anyone break her mould.
She is growing up,growing bold
Load of responsibilities she hold..!