Pretend Princess: A Poem

A forest girl she was
Sprinkling dust from her hand
Marigold flowers slowly sang
She is the princess of this land

The blue flowers bloomed atlast
Her hairs twinkled as if in a task
She had eyes loveliest of all
She became the princess of their land

She smiled better than all the stars
The sun itself loved her little flaws
She sang songs unknown to her land
Her voice was something better than hands

She was someone who loved the wind
Her little hands swayed with its every hint
She once said it was all so thin, the way we talked and the way she will think

She smiled and said joy will last
Her land liked her for her little laws
She cried at nights thinking about fatal lows
At morning pretending to be like they know

– Jan @jahnavigouri