On a lazy day, when I peeped out of my little window…..
I saw a little girl asking her poor parents an expensive chocolate; they managed to fulfil her wish….
I saw a young girl asking for rich attire in her wardrobe, they bought it with great pain without showing that pain in them….
I saw the girl as a grown up and asking for her true love.
What happened? Darkness filled around, pains and frustrations came, sorrows danced…..
All mixed feelings were from the same hands, which had once reached the heights to cover the pain.
When the bleeding hands can manage the worldly attractions, ignoring the pain, why can’t it manage the sweet love?
This was the question on my mind at the end of my day and my lazy day ended with a question mark which continued unanswered….
From a lazy day again a fresh day but with an unanswered question……