That Old Man With Gifts And Cakes

She was there into her
She knew nothing, not even a word.
The ups and downs, the highs and lows
All were just stories in a row.

When she embraced this beautiful world
Her fingers were clenched and her eyes like pearl.
She was Gazing to read each face
As her heart skipped a beat at a faster pace.

Years passed and she came to school
Uniform on and a dress for pool.
Her sharp mind and her learning power
Soon made her the shining star.

Uncles and aunts visited her place
Listened to her jingles with all that grace.
She loved that tall old man
Who came to meet her in a white van.

He used to bring gifts and cakes
And asked for a little hand shake.
She merrily and happily went with him
To a place at night where the lights were dim.

What happened that night no one knows
'Cause after that day she never spoke.
All her poems and rhymes and verses
Were lost in that night leaving no traces.

Several nights have passed since then
Why this chirpy creature became a symbol of silence?
No one tried to figure it out
Making their faces all in doubt.

They say she is a big girl now
It's good to speak less, any how.
They turn to their work again
And never try to see her pain.

Yes, the years are still rolling without any break
The old man still visits with those gifts and cakes...

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