The Smile Behind the Twinge
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