Curious She- little muscles big soul,
Her apparel; in wooly, disheveled knitted frock,
unkempt hair, sticky hands, dulcet tone,
coffee-colored iris, almond eyes.
She didn't grow up bedecking plastic dolls,
Such counterfeit silicon toys;
couldn't answer her inquisitiveness,
When a cloak of her uncertainty was taken off,
She came out as a little vagabond,
roaming her eyes and hands on the pages,
So she threw her plastic dolls in the trash,
She played not with toys but with crayons, pencils, notebooks,
Once strolled along the books in a library; "These bookshelves are treasures chests" brooded with bliss.
Distinct flavoring scent-
emanating from vintage books pages,
Sunk in paper-passion,
She held dreams in her hands, She found an elixir in imprinted inks,
pages would cut her fingertips,
and the words would cut her heart.
Howbeit, She didn't read to be smart,
but to escape a reality,
Her eyes would scan those words,
Inside her mind, frolicked in her self-made movie theater.
Her seedbed was a land of crayons and picture books,
As she blossomed and effloresced-
she dwells now in the meadows of poetry, art, literature.
An everlasting serendipity struck her.
Curious She- little muscles big soul. -Kinza Fatima
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