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The Story Of A Girl


Behind the jovial sob of hers
Behind the gentle touch of hers
Behind the way her little fingers curl
There lies the story of a girl.

From her tender years of infancy
To her mellow years of senility
In all her charms, from a box of colours
To the necklace of pearl
There lies the story of a girl.

You remember she gave you her bite
She held you firm on the darkest night
She danced with you with all lifts and swirls
There lies the story of a girl

You put your rules, she followed
You said no, she agreed
You asked her the path, she showed
She was happy with every twist and turn
There lies the story of a girl.

Today she wants to say something
She wants her heart to pour out her feelings
All her life you were the master
Today she wants you to take her side
Her serene, simple words leave you repulsed
There lies the story of a girl.

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  1. Garima14 March 2016 at 08:32

    So true.. this is the story of all the girls.

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    1. Shrishti21 March 2016 at 09:49

      Yeah actually it is.. No matter where we are today..

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    2. Shrishti21 March 2016 at 09:51

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