Where does she go?
When she is out of faith, all alone?
Where does she find
Someone alike, for her to share a piece of her mind?

Why does she look away?
She is full of doubts, there’s no conviction anyway.
Why can’t she cry?
There’s no reason why,
she has long lost the memory of the days gone by.

In a place unknown,
in a different way,
She is born again
She breeds to stay,
But figure out in her own sweet way
That its all the same,
Forever she will find
within herself
the two competing different roads,
That end and begin ,
but seldom sway…
Deepali Pavagadhi