Dedicated to Parul

Her eyes little diamonds,
And voice so sweet,
She is 13 and I want
you all to meet..
This girl who has the clearest heart,
This girl who is empowered with dreams.
In all life-gifted agonies,
You will never hear her scream.

Beautiful little hands and
Complexion baby pink.
Diamonds sparkle, when her
little eyes blink.

A fairy,without wings,
she carries brains with grace.
Her pink little dress,
with delicate white lace.

Her questions unanswered,
to what made her suffer.
At the age of 13,
To pain, she was a stranger.

She knew, she was not well,
She stopped playing in the park.
I often, wiped her tears,
When the room was dark.

Strength to struggle,
Strength to fight,
To suffer without reason
And still be quiet.

She left no hope,
for the world to wait.
For Death once again,
Life was a feeble bait.

( This poem is dedicated to Parul my sister who
is now no more. She passed away at the age of 13 )

~ Aanchal ~

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