Run-of -the-mill
Thought to put something in words
Bog-standard or exceptional
Choose the no way special chords
Mentation on what to express
About the adivasi people I met?
Or is it the age old maid ?
But no it was fille
A run-of-the-mill little girl!!
My morning walks were usual
With the rising sun
Moist breeze
I met a girl around the slum
She extended her duration of gaze
Even though I moved past
Holding tiny fingers of her brother
And pulling a tyre with the other
Wearing clothes over-the-hill
The little girl started rolling the tyre with a sudden shrill
A smile appeared on her face
As she weaved to follow the road
She gestured her sibling to stay back
The boy was disappointed perhaps
He wished to help his sister
To collect waste product and put inside the sack
Fille beat back the sack
From the tyre
Giving it the shape of gyre
For assembling the stuffs of the day
Her first component was a pen
I wandered if she knew how to write
Could feel dirt-poor in her at height
Troubled with the condition I gave her a call
To my terror she threw a don't disturb look
She cerebrated I was of no help to her
And payed me a good bye shook
I still wish to meet her any morning
To make her know how this world can be!!
