She used to see me off
Everyday to school
Every morning she would walk down with me
Talking about a myriad of things
I met her first
On the pavement of the road
She was quenching her thirst
Towards her, I began to trod
We looked at each other
Her shabby clothes betrayed her poverty
But she didn't seem to bother
And she did look rather dainty. . .
She must've seen something in me
For I too saw a bubbly friend in her
And that's how we became friends
Every thought, every idea we began to share
She would ask me about my family, my mother
Then kick start her monologue
About her many lil 'adventures'
Ending, 'ooh! you should have seen me do it!'
One day i told her off hand
That my mother was a lil ill
She immeditely clutched her wrist band
And stood stock still
I had no time to wonder
For the gatekeeper was calling upon me
Just as she seemed to shudder
I hastily waved a feeble goodbye. . .
The next curious, windy day
I found her sobbing self on the pavement
It was then that i realized and began to sway
For without a mother, her life she used to spend
Mother nature! What game do you play with your children
On one hand you bestow all riches
And on the very other, unending miseries and glitches . . ?
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