MY FRAGMENTED STORY

I sit by the window and wait for you…
Those friends I use to play with in the streets…
Giggling and hopping and go there I screech…
A silent tear I brushed away my cheek…
A thought about it makes me go weak….
Yes, there, u guess me right…
Affirmative, I am talking those golden times…
‘princess world’ when each one of us lived…
Protected, cared,spared by slightest itch…
Those were the times to treasure, of fun…
U wnt get them, ur life, how hard u hunt…
A phase you have stepped in to learn….
Experience now is what you’ve gotto earn…
Gold will transform to silver n then to bronze….
U have to fight with ur gutt n become strong….
So come my mates lets sing this song
Of the morning sunshine to the evening storm
A storm that make you hard and thorough
Gives the skill to keep away sorrow
I sit by the window and dream for you…
Not for ‘him’ not for ‘her’….
Just for the time wen I was little girl
In my mothers arms all cuddled by her.