She

By Adyasha Pradhan

She may lovable or negligible, 

but she smiles randomly; 

Who knows how she carry her inside.

 She look at being, but sounded anything; 

Who knows what silence words there inside. 

She laughs, she shares but she screems badly;

 Who knows how she is broken inside.

 She Wants to fly but she never think up, 

She acts up but ones she will fly; 

Who knows what is she adapting inside.

By Adyasha Pradhan