Those days feel like centuries ago,
That cliff sustained cold air
The only hideout of her from the selfish world
She didn't fear of getting hurt,
She didn't want to hurt.
How aesthetically she described life,
But The opposite way she was treated.
She said, that place, the cliff was safe
It was, yet, I asked her to move out and I'll be with her.
She peeped from the cliff
And left her solitude behind.
Many tried to snap her
Some, I could prevent, some, I could not
But I never left her alone.
I were all she had.
The world, once she was afraid of,
Did not haunt her anymore.
Yet, that cliff remained her favorite place.
She smiled, made others smile
She was happy, spread happiness
She became brave and inspired others
She even cried, and made others cry
By leaving the world, that she made beautiful for me.
I never left her, but she was gone.
I miss that cliff, I miss her.
© Priyanka Bajaj
