She breathes in the quietness
moves away from all the brightness
She wears a concealed happiness
Far away from all the madness
She runs away from malice talks
Preoccupies with no dead gossips or mocks
Her beautiful mind satiates with flowing streams
Blossoming into new thoughts and dreams
She never stays at the receiving end
Always ready to help, her kind hand
Her feelings are never overt but why?
How easy to judge her a shy!
She knows she can’t change people’s perceptions
Like an unsung music left to many renditions
But still, she is happy to live a life her own
Perhaps no absolute perfect ever is born