SHE IS NOT A KID ANYMORE

SHE IS NOT A KID ANYMORE...

The girl who was frightened

To see me in Kurta tightened,

Our first meet was in 9^th A

Now remembering them seems  passed a long way.

 

The girl who had silky hair till shoulder

Has a heart which is stronger than boulder,

The girl who I was suggested with

Was feeling  weird with my breath.

 

Anyways, her smile and hair

And the calculations in the air

Was always a piece to glare

With an innocent stare.

 

She looks like a kid

But filters whatever one bid.

One just forgets that she is not anymore a kid

But hopes one day makes chowmein with a lid.

 

Her world is all about her papa,

Tales on which are longer than Mahabharata.

OMG! One should see her smear

When a person with attitude is near.

 

 

She is sweet with her kins

Never gives a shit to those who hate her fins,

I learnt many things

To my mind it always clings.

 

She only knows how to show off her new dress

But hates the Capsicum of our Grand mess.

Sometimes I feel angry at her

But she finds a ride in to my heart with her car.

 

Sometimes I am scared,

Not because she ha s a beard

But she acts very weird

Which leaves me un cleared.

 

I miss old Ekta,

I miss that 9th A girl,

But I am blessed to have her

Still with good memories in a jar.

 

All I forget ever

Is that she is not a kid anymore