She craved for love
she was often surrounded
by those who wanted
to love her
in their own manner
not the way
in which she wanted.
She would test
one man after another
and conclude
they don't know
what love is.
She was waiting
for her prince charming
in 21st century.
In the age when
love is a commodity
The age when lovers
converted into
dispensable
boyfriend and girlfriend
who care more
for their own freedom
than bondings.
The age of
attractive packages
and manipulated
stuff inside.
She would refuse the one
who would want
to accompany her
back to home
to ensure she is safe
And expect the same
from someone else
and then when the other
refuses and leave her
at the train station at night
would sit and cry
why can't people give her
what she needs.
She would refuse the one
who would ask her
to come to her place
and celebrate here birtday
And expect the same
from someone else
and when no one else turn up
will sit and be sad
She will always value
what's not going to be hers
and will always refuse
what wanted to be hers
She, the deprived,
owing to her own desires
sit at the window and look out
while the door was open
and she could have walked out
and felt what she saw.
A girl with a fair skin
lived her whole life sitting at the windows
while the door was wide open.
