She To Hers
On soft unsteady feet, she toddles.
Glowing eyes and podgy fingers, she explores.
Innocence in endeavours, she wanders.
With little coquette behaviours, she seduces.
An urge in her search, she questions.
A collection of stories in mind, she dreams.
In the storm of emotion, she discovers.
A thirst of her body, she quenches.
To be one unique among others, she hopes.
Security and warmth to be hers, she prays.
Illusion and reality is no different, she believes.
What’s hers can be snatched, she fears.
In the storm of time and norms, she struggles,
She is one, in multiple forms alas, she acknowledges.
Her very nature is not hers alone, she accepts.
She tends a hand to the other she, she feels!!
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