Playing with the shadows, people say Little Tara's insane,
While girls played with dolls around, she sat idle, bored at being born,
People chased her with broomstick's once she turned nine,
They wanted Little Tara exiled from this very town.

Then grew up, her old childhood genes, into a beautiful girl,
Matured up to teens and Little Tara finally placed her eyes on dreams,
Goals massive than her head and brighter than her teeth,
With barely no education, Little Tara managed to hitch a job as a plumber,
The next very day, she was kicked out as she slacked out at work.

For everyone didn't know, Little Tara wasn't done with her mischief,
She wanted the world to recognize her, so she set out to a voyage with a goat and a pole.
Stole some breads on the way and was chased by few villagers,
Poor Little Tara snickered all the way home.

At some point, the goat galloped away from her, leaving her wonderstruck,
Little Tara sighed and resumed her expedition to her dreams,
Let's hope, she won't be banished the moment she has achieved it.
"I'm stupid but at least I didn't give up." Little Tara chimed, giggling loudly all the way.

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*Moral of the poem: Being a little mischievous isn't disastrous all the time if you keep your intentions straight.😆

© beautiful monkey