She Would Not Be A Girl Again
She would not be a girl again
As this night passes to the dawn!
Without the shyness she was known for,
She, would answer with smiles and gestures,
All the innocent queries from her friends,
A person turned mature overnight.
It was a longed for experience
Of love, pain and pleasure!
In the exploring moments of a sleepless night,
Like a hot wax, she melted,
Guided in the moulds of a pair of hands
Ignited by the sparks of passion!
Unaware of the existence of the world around
To the witness of a single lamp,
Flickering light in an unknown mirth,
She plays the role of a heroine
In the silent drama being enacted,
Whose theme had come to the earth,
In the times of its origin!