A Different Girl..

A poem describing a girl, simple and honest, strong and helping, a girl with all possible qualities , a daughter of mother nature, a princess of fairyland.

 

A different girl

 

I heard a story, perhaps a concocted one

Known to few or known to none

A different girl, she was, very different indeed

She was the one ready for anyone in need

She was candid, unequivocal were her thoughts

Though seemed unpleasant to the coterie of bigots

But she was intangible to fetters of obligations, ever

They all say her different, but why, she bothered never

I heard a story, perhaps a concocted one

Known to few or known to none

She used to dance on the music of blowing wind

And with the music of rain drops, she used to sing

To this world of limitations, strange relations

She was the one laughing, no hesitations

All said she was different, yes indeed she was

She used to watch her feet, not to hurt the grass

I heard a story, perhaps a concocted one

Known to few or known to none

She was frank, she was thoughtful, she was gracious

Confident and prudent, nothing fallacious

Calmed and composed as the water

Making the viewer look its reflection

People find her just of their own type

No one could fathom her deep perception

I heard a story, perhaps a concocted one

Known to few or known to none

People claimed to know her, she used to laugh

She was a puzzle, a glass’s filled or empty half

She was convoluted, lucid at same time

She was the ray of hope, nature’s best rhyme

She was different, but not for the reasons known

She was a free bird, knew no rule, had dreams of her own

I heard a story, perhaps a concocted one

Known to few or known to none

With wings of free thoughts, and pen & paper as tools

She challenged orthodox systems, rules of fools

She proved to be different, not succumbing to world’s swirl

She had no name, she was just another girl

I heard a story, perhaps a concocted one

Known to few or known to none

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Ghost of Jupiter]

I love this... the repetition of these lines really make the poem " I heard a story, perhaps a concocted one, known to few or known to none" That infuses the dream like woman you depict here. A free spirit beautiful for her strength and charm, loving nature, and uniqueness. A rare treasure to find, and when you do, you will be richer for recognizing her worth. Fantastic poem, Abhi.

[The Quill]

M glad for your appreciation over my piece of work :):) thank u sooo much :):):)

[Nida]

Hi,

First of, it gives me utmost pleasure reading this piece, written by a man. Excellent work of art. I must commend you at your use of the refrain. Is your poem compact with little spacing for a reason? If so, let it stay and if not I presume readers would like to see the breaks at every refrain. I like the fact that the personality you have presented is not a rigid one, it may seem like you have changed perspectives but I would like to assume that this girl you are presenting is not singular to say so by personality. As a feminist I would like to see every girl in this girl of your's. I love that 'you heard a story' and it was perhaps concocted. Excellent choice of words. There is so much I could do with your poem analysing it. Thank you for being sensitive to the gender issue. Congratulations :)

[Jess Curran]

Amazing! Use of vocab makes it very visionary and vivid! Enables other writers to empathise and understand the meaning and message :-) Well done!

[The Quill]

Thank u so much for ur review :)

[Gurleen Saluja]

A very good usage of vocab again..! At the top of all excellent framing and jumbling of words.. A creative thought and idea behind :)

[The Quill]

Thanks a lot :):)

[Gurleen Saluja]

You are most welcome :)

[David Scott]

Ah ...
I have met her.
She captured my heart.
I must tell the story like you have do it is known to all.
You are gifted !
A fantastic write.

[The Quill]

thank you sir :) :)

[Ayushi]

Beautiful descriptive poem..
The flow of the poem is really good.
Nice work :)

[The Quill]

thanks ayushi :)