Yes she will smile and,
Yes she’ll say thank you;
But only when needed,
And that’s all she uttered.
Yes she would walk and,
Go into classrooms;
But thats all she went to,
And only when needed,
She walked with her head high,
Her blue eyes looked downcast;
A black veil her trademark,
We named her dark widow.
But no one, yes no one
Even once tried to get her,
To open the world, we all
Knew she held within her.
Her frail body floated,
Under layers of clothing,
The nickname travelled fast
But she walked on unbothered,
Until the day she didn’t,
The girl with the black veil,
The news came as a shock,
Our dark widow had passed on.
We found out the reason,
She hid behind a black veil,
Leukaemia- they called it,
Her cells were killing her.
We prayed for Azmeena,
We wept for her departure,
She fought all alone,
And we did nothing to help her.
This is something I wrote as a free-write literally now, Just to keep the muse going. If you are not a fan of rhyming, feel free to ignore this. 🙂
the above image Is courtesy of  Emaho magazine.com
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