and talks to the wind
her smile or laugh
echo all around
her little white dress
play up and down
she runs amidst fields
making euphoric sounds
her tender blunt hair
sway in the breeze
she thumps her small feet
joyfully against the ground
her wink and a gentle look
show purity of her woman
As her thoughts begin to grow
she runs a little slow
she wonders with eyes wide open
purity still irresistible
why she'd been given a seed to sow
and she sows it anyways
she is careful every time
compassionate and affectionate
she began to forget speed
for she looked after that seed
she's walking now
and walking upstream
she should like it
Her longer shiny locks
sparkling tiny eyes
make spectators think
they admire beauty
and pass-by
she is glad
as she can not cry
she holds this seed
which grew taller but a plant
she stands protective
patient with storms and sands
The woman became woman
girl remains girl.
:swati goyal (ende)
