• hopless_anonymous_writer 23w

    The Girl who longed to be

    It was Drizzling slowly as the bus slowly crawled through traffic,

    To play in the cold wind she Longed ,To get the drops of water on her skin she longed.

    Like a caged bird as she sat on the seat gazing outside,

    Looking out on the trees passing by unhurriedly on the roadside,

    Amidst the concrete jungle and the toils people go through to make money,

    She saw a small kid who was playing worry free and in the rain making peace with nature.

    Yet she realized the child she saw was her own reflection of what she wanted to be.