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A Small-Town Girl

By Anshi Awasthi

A small-town girl crosses her line.

To fulfill her dreams and to shine.

She was unaware of the conditions she was going to face.

And became part of a stupid rat race.

A heart that was too brittle.

And was told to expect a little.

She started experiencing things that were unknown.

She was used as a garbage and then thrown.

She gathered her courage and wore a smile.

Because her parents reminded her that no matter what she has to shine.

They were always there through her thick and thin.

Coz they knew their daughter can win.

She started her journey again.

But this time she jumped on a happy train.

She kept all the good and bad things together.

And you know they are friends forever.

No one knows where is she now.

But I think she might be travelling somehow.

By Anshi Awasthi

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