I met Preeti the day before

She's cute, beaming a big wide smile

The innocence that trips from her face

Is a rare jewel that stays with her upright

"Where do you live?", I ask

"Here itself" a quick response

Her next question confused me

"You have your parents?", she asked

I said, "no sweet kid, not here

They are back at home"

"Do you live with your parents?"

Very boldly she said, "no"

Her voice wasn't weak or shaky

When she said her father died

And mother got remarried

And her new dad, 'bad dad', left her here

She pointed to the cook

"He's my brother, I live with him

He bought me a dress during dussehra, did you celebrate?"

Oh her bright eyes, I climbed upstairs with a smile

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