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Lost and aloof ,was the girl living in her own fan

Lost and aloof ,was the girl
living in her own fantasy world, was the girl 
dawning ornaments and a skip in her walk 
she gave her heart to someone like her 
opposed by others was the girl 
living in her own fantasy was the girl 

neither a care of society, nor the fear of right and wrong 
she painted her heart unabashedly with her lover's name 
with no prior experience, and no expertise she was naive 
and yet to take impossible challenges she'd strive 
she'd made love her passion and her profession 
a worshipper of love was the girl 

chasing the moon from a distance 
fighting with the blowing wind,was the girl
when the myth broken she was changed 
she stopped wearing her heart on her sleeve,that girl 

they say something crushed her delicate heart 
wearing the weight of her, was the girl
the bitter truth had been knocking at her door 
scared to dream, was the girl 

she'll gather her might and 
pick up the pen to put up a fight 
the author of her own story,is the girl 
she'll rebuilt her heart piece by piece 
she'll fall in love again, this brave girl

she'll conquer greater heights
straight out of book, is the girl 
she is many things in one 
my own reflection in the mirror, is this girl.

....................................................
**manisha**
(Banaras Hindu university) 
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©Manisha singh #mujh jaisi ladki
Lost and aloof ,was the girl
living in her own fantasy world, was the girl 
dawning ornaments and a skip in her walk 
she gave her heart to someone like her 
opposed by others was the girl 
living in her own fantasy was the girl 

neither a care of society, nor the fear of right and wrong 
she painted her heart unabashedly with her lover's name 
with no prior experience, and no expertise she was naive 
and yet to take impossible challenges she'd strive 
she'd made love her passion and her profession 
a worshipper of love was the girl 

chasing the moon from a distance 
fighting with the blowing wind,was the girl
when the myth broken she was changed 
she stopped wearing her heart on her sleeve,that girl 

they say something crushed her delicate heart 
wearing the weight of her, was the girl
the bitter truth had been knocking at her door 
scared to dream, was the girl 

she'll gather her might and 
pick up the pen to put up a fight 
the author of her own story,is the girl 
she'll rebuilt her heart piece by piece 
she'll fall in love again, this brave girl

she'll conquer greater heights
straight out of book, is the girl 
she is many things in one 
my own reflection in the mirror, is this girl.

....................................................
**manisha**
(Banaras Hindu university) 
............................ .........................

©Manisha singh #mujh jaisi ladki