How you are smiling without any reservation?
How could you be so open at strangers?
How do you find the essence of life?
How are things around you?
For everything she had the same answer, SMILE.
She cannot have reservation as she herself is a stranger.
The essence of life cannot be sensed greatly,
As her every minute is being squeezed as she herself is an essence.
No one could quantify the happiness her world had.
When this entire world is full of people materialistic.
Vacuum is the commodity that is abundant for her.
Every pinch of eat is a great feast for her.
Cannot we call her a beggar on the street as
We cannot be that rich as she is mentally.
Cannot we become like her as her status is
Not made but given by some erring society.
Home has another meaning of late
To represent the place of living of uncared.
Nothing satisfies her as he is always
In search of a person with noble heart, I suppose.
Whom to trust in this world, old or young,
Man or woman, boy or girl, it is just a gamble.
If she falls in the hands of good, prospered
If not, no damage done as she cannot go still down.
This does not put end for her search in this world
After all everyone is a discoverer until it is found
Once it is found world itself is a family, all are hers
Finally that is LOVE which made her stop once for all..