I saw that girl
I saw that girl,the mysterious one
Who roams in the corridors seen by none
I saw that girl,the mysterious one
I saw her walk past the doors
Hair draped by sunshine, footsteps against the floor
The touch so gentle as she picked up a book from the floor
Her name became a mystery,her face seen by none
I saw that girl,the mysterious one
Step by step she walked past shelves,corridors empty and a dozen racks
A voice drowned in sadness swept my ears as I looked back
There she sat in a corner with her face in her lap
I saw that girl,the mysterious one
Picked up her book,wiping up her tears
Face immersed in books,creating around her layer by layer
The book she held became the book of a griever
She was incandescently beautiful and beauty was the least of her
Her eyes deep as a an abyss made me drown into her
Hours flew,eyes met,hearts drowned,pains felt
I fell in love with that girl,the mysterious one.
Copyright © Ritisha Nayyar | Year Posted 2024
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