S(HE).......

S(HE)............

Mickey Mouse sadly left the house, when she moved from childhood to teen,

As her high heels replaced sneakers, mini’s lost to jeans.

Instructed her granny, “No more ponytails and no more cycling with boys in the noon”
In due course, her Barbie’s cabinet was taken over by Mills and boon.

She grew too big for her mother’s lap, but had her share of hugs and pecks,
Now, she was ‘pretty’ instead of ‘cute’ for Mrs. Sharma who kept adjusting her specs.

It was when, feelings undefined developed within, so strange and new,

World was changing so was she, like her other friends, she too knew,

She realized people around who would answer her queries were few.

She enjoyed walking on the grass drenched in the morning dew,

Flowers were beautiful in the daylight and stars equally enchanting at night,

She found butterflies colorful, life was full of joy and was so wonderful.

Despite all this, there was something missing for which she was craving.

Why was she attracted to the roaring silver metallic birds, flying high in the sky?

‘I want to be with them’ her innocent heart fluttered inside and would secretly cry.

On her way to school, she smiled seeing the small river, so peaceful and calm.

Contrary to the vast ocean, whose waves hit the shores with mighty rage.

She wished for someone who knew, ‘How to tame and ride those furious waves’?

On her shooting training camps, she would watch the cadets in uniform

Handling heavy weapons with macho ease and her heart would miss a beat

She once bunked for a glimpse of the weekly drill, got caught & was grilled

Her friends would first blush and then gush on and on about their love interests

She wondered, ‘Will the amateur’s whom they are dating, be able to protect?’

Will they be true enough, to have the courage to commit or to fight the odds?

She wished her friends luck for a life full of bliss with those nerd’s.

She held her heart tight, protected it with all her might, for the one, ’Her Mr. Right’

With whom she would walk throughout her life with hand in hands,

And with a smile shall run all the daily errands.

With him at her side no fear will ever creep, she will lie awake just to watch him sleep

In all the woes & weals, a sight of him would be enough, to bring back her lost smile,
With him springs would be beautiful, winters cozy and rains would be red and rosy .

Still waiting for the day when her man would come out of her dreams to make her alive,
When he will hold her hand, in front of the world and declare, ’Yeah! She is the one for me’