I'm missing the little me, the little one,
the innocent eyes which was never left alone,
the tight hugs which meant that no one could ever hurt me,
the broken parts are now asking me to let them free,
the knowledge of world wasn't there,
the life was never about being fair,
it was a time where nothing could go wrong,
I thought chota beam was the only one who was strong,
it was a time when enjoying minute things were the only work to be done,
the life was just in holding hands of my grandfather and have fun,
little me never knew that she would suffer the debris,
the ironic pieces of the asteroids just scratched her iris,
the little girl never knew that life will slap in her mellow face,
and she just thought it was a game but she ended up joining the race,
the little girl who fought for everyone is now struggling to help her own,
she never wanted to break a spider web now she is left alone,
the debris of a dangerous soul was what she is going through,
finally the road of thorns were the ones which made her grew...!!!


© gratitude for solitude