With the bright sun shine
I woke up at nine
Morning chores, along with Mom’s roars.
Smiles and giggle from children then
I dressed up all by ten.
As any other time, awaiting the regime.
Off we set to greet the baby
I wished my friend who looked a little shabby.
We entered like a troop, with unmatched sounds of boots.
All seemed fine like a fairy tale
Until when pinched by the ruthless male.
Allowed always to pierce, with words that would bring tears.
Was strong and forced a smile
And lectured all in style.
It covered up for the grief, at least that’s what is my belief.
Drove back home with a heavy heart
Dint bid anyone while depart.
Heard a pal pour his heart, to me when we are now poles apart.
I kept thinking of the ruthless words
Though truth never wished him to run swords.
My heart was broken again, trust me now it doesn’t pain.