Gutter-Flower

I could see her walk with pale eyes,
That hidden smile searching its way.
So much and more to strive for,
That little angel survived the day .


I know she feels so powerless
‘cause she doesn’t know where they are.
All locked up inside the fear box,
Within herself everyday she fights a war.


She talks to no one but herself,
But the world is unaware.
She wants to live and not exist,
With a soul to love and care .


The little mind of her is always busy,
What’s running in no one can tell.
Just as the water looks serene on surface,
No matter how deep is the well.


She doesn’t love ‘cause she never got it
But she didn't seem to complain.
We owe her a life and the smiles,
Can’t turn back time to take away her pain.


She is out of love but she doesn't care
‘cause between self and greed we hover.
She isn't bad if not the best
Not a rose but a gutter-flower

-n!ckh!l

(This poem is dedicated to a dear friend [Seema], please don't reproduce without permission)