TRANSFORMED...

She was like a solitary island,
with starry nights and shores of sand.
She was like a lonely cloudlet;
in the blue sky,soon it is going to fade...
She played around,throughout the day,
with her toys,that she made with soft clay.
She weaved dreams,lived is her fantasies;
she made crowns of little, white daisies!
She walked with a smile,a glow she radiated,
showed her mother,those toys she had made!
Her world was simple,dreamy and soothing...
no place for tears,darkness and brooding.
But reality is cruel...it leaves no one!
it torments,in a moment all dreams are torn...
She was fragile,she broke into pieces;
her dreams laid scattered,on stony premises.
With her wounded heart she collapsed;
in the darkest oblivion she submerged...
She was breathing ,so she was alive;
if mere breathing is the sign of life!
She lost her glow,paler she grew....
those nights were cloudy,the stars were few!
She kept staring at that dark, old forest;
for she had gone,who was her closest...!
Is was a turbulent,stormy,darkest night,
everything gloomy,nothing seemed alright.
She reached home,and opened the door,
found her mother....lying on the floor...!
Thunders were striking as loud as ever,
those dreadful memories will never leave her...
She lays on that bed sheet,torn and dirty....
with that blank look,with a heart so empty!
But once... she was like a solitary island..
with starry nights and shores of sand!