Somewhere in the faraway land
Beyond the mighty cliffs and golden sands,
Lived two girls who dreamed of a gleeful life
Oblivious of the approaching threats and countless strife.
With their gentle words and heartwarming laughter
They were their father’s adorable daughters,
In the dreamland, life felt like a colourful bouquet
Fluttering, bubbling they spent their days.
But then the storm made its landfall
Withered the flourishing blooms, hushed their brawls
Ripped them off their cloak of respect, crumbled their innocence
Tutored them the precious fact, Life isn’t a Bed of Roses.
Soldering their slivers, composing their dismantled fragments
They embarked on a tumultuous trek securing yore’s gapful moments
Wildflowers now earned polish with every passing hurricane
Like a diamond, they glisten, they’re their father’s Little Women.
*poem uses the name of one of my favourite books, Little Women*
Pic Courtesy: pixabay