Wearing an orange frock,

She visits my home daily.

Complexion defined by the sun, 

and destiny would also by someone. 

Never walks on a straight road,

Jumps over stones marking achievements .

Hair tied like faded mysterious nest

And pearls are shining around the neck. 

She doesn’t need books and pencil,

Nature and wind are her tutors.

Smiles like a butterfly swinging,

Dancing, hiding again reappearing. 

Loves to play once in a while,

Crosses her brother in the race. 

But this run is gonna end soon,

As she’ll be marrying by next new moon. 

New hut would be her defined universe,

Collecting woods her new winnings.

In mornings she’d work for kind,

In evenings among stars her old dreams she may find…..