Time, faster than age, affairs than time
leaving behind a sage, trotting behind her rhyme
fits in the society, a l'il more bounded
exceeds the expectations, all grounded
matured for age, now less offended

Concerns of future, present in the present
She and her emotions, less equivalent
breathes the sense of losing all breath
dying in love, living the death
hand in hand, none beneath
survives the real, suffers the myth

This girl of thirteen is in her forties
who longs to live through all her sixties
knows what is not meant to be known
sees what is not meant to be shown
With her crown over her frown
Tell her she is never alone

© Sabita