THE GIRL....

She is dissolved in her own thoughts,
Looking around and wondering
Where she went wrong?
She is alone in the backdrop,
Sitting cross legged,
Wiping her tears.
She tried her best to understand,
To deal with people,
To make some sense
Out of the messed up world.
Then where she went wrong?
She fails to decipher.
Now she sits,
Gazing at the trees,
Silent enough,
To retrospect the reason of her tears.