When she was just born
An air of remorse ran into the ward
But fortunate enough she was
Who had a mum to fight all odds.
Years passed and she proved to be
A luck for her family.
She was the center of everyone’s attention
Love was poured on her by all.
Besides of all the economical adversities
She was bought the rarest of gems.
But, something stabbed her heart daily
An ache unbearable she bore bravely.
When asked of what was killing her inside,
She used to smile, then laugh and ride
Away dancing, vanishing the tension in a stride.
No one knew what her heart
Knitted with a puerile mind.
She, being a single child
Desired of some company
Which she could never find.
Actually, she was starving for love
For her parent’s love was tacit.
Her soul couldn’t comprehend
This unstated form of love,
She derived from her loved ones.
She wanted to be hugged
By her mum, gifted some presents
By her dad.
To sleep with her mother’s arms
Wrapped around and comforting her.
This was love to her,
Something she failed to scrounge.
Maybe her dad was too busy,
Maybe, her mom dreaded to be touched.
Time has made her of stone now,
She finds a touch unusual.
Strange, isn’t it?
A girl whose language of love was touch
Stills when her hand rubs another’s.