Wild Child

Picking wilted flowers from the ground, 

Making a perfect garland like new life found, 

She lights up her doorframe with delight untold,
And weeps in joy when her sorrows are sold!

Running amuck in the winds of Adams land,
She defies gravity and the sands of time,
Trusting the apple fallen under the deceitful tree,
Just like Eve, she eats the apple carefree!

She touches the sun with her bare hands,
And scorching her fingers she winces and stands,
She curls her toes when she feels the wind tickle,
And all the worldly matters seem so fickle!

Whispering to the birds she invites them for supper,
Roams the streets handing food to the pauper,
But she’s timid outside and wild inside,
Sometimes she borrows a bike for a rough ride!

She loves the way her life twists and turns,
Never for once letting her emotions churn,
She knows she has an open road,
But she has all the Gods in heaven wooed!

She cries for the hurt, laughs with the poor,
Goes crazy with the beats, and head bangs for sure!
Eats cheese when on a diet, squabbles fondly with a child,
She’s the masterpiece of God, and is rare to find!

She’s the dream “Me”, a girl so true,
While kissing the sky, she’ll look at you,
She’s approachable yet hard to bind,
I want to be like her, the one and only Wild Child!