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ROSE
She must have been pretty once
A few traces of it are still there
She must have been innocent once
Now she is beyond a care
Is it a case of too much too soon?
Everything done before its time?
Look into the mirror, little girl
Tell me why your eyes no longer
shine
Why doest a smile grace your face
What do your eyes always seek?
Why do you try to show the world
you are brave?
When inside you are timid and meek
Why are you so anxious to ‘fit
into’ this world?
Why are you so scared to stand out
in a crowd?
Why do you do things that you are
secretly ashamed of?
And shy away from doing things
that will make you proud
Any age lived before its time
In later years, for it, it will
make you pine
Enjoy each age, as you grow
For once it passes; you will have
it no more.
~Mayuri Sharma~
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