A different girl

I heard a story, perhaps a concocted one

Known to few or known to none

A different girl, she was, very different indeed

She was the one ready for anyone in need

She was candid, unequivocal were her thoughts

Though seemed unpleasant to the coterie of bigots

But she was intangible to fetters of obligations, ever

They all say her different, but why, she bothered never

I heard a story, perhaps a concocted one

Known to few or known to none

She used to dance on the music of blowing wind

And with the music of rain drops, she used to sing

To this world of limitations, strange relations

She was the one laughing, no hesitations

All said she was different, yes indeed she was

She used to watch her feet, not to hurt the grass

I heard a story, perhaps a concocted one

Known to few or known to none

She was frank, she was thoughtful, she was gracious

Confident and prudent, nothing fallacious

Calmed and composed as the water

Making the viewer look its reflection

People find her just of their own type

No one could fathom her deep perception

I heard a story, perhaps a concocted one

Known to few or known to none

People claimed to know her, she used to laugh

She was a puzzle, a glass’s filled or empty half

She was convoluted, lucid at same time

She was the ray of hope, nature’s best rhyme

She was different, but not for the reasons known

She was a free bird, knew no rule, had dreams of her own

I heard a story, perhaps a concocted one

Known to few or known to none

With wings of free thoughts, and pen & paper as tools

She challenged orthodox systems, rules of fools

She proved to be different, not succumbing to world’s swirl

She had no name, she was just another girl

I heard a story, perhaps a concocted one

Known to few or known to none