Why everybody stare at me?

As if I have fallen from tree

A ripe fruit for everybody to grab

Make desparate run with knife to stab

As a young girl I knew nothing about any affairs

It was not considered good or fair

Yet young age waits for none

The nature has performed its act and done

I may be loved by so many and praised

I am beautifully looked and elegantly raised

It makes difference when you are gifted with talent

It is considered gift from the god and heavenly sent

How all of sudden, the garden may be visited by so many birds

Make permanent refuge, build the nests and fly skyward

Sunshine may descend and flowers may come out from hideouts

This how the girls too experience youth and all about

I am always blinded by mistrusts

I knew that some safeguards are must

Yet some errors might take place

As so many may be making attempts to win the race 

It is all the more important to whither the storm

It is same for all and from any direction it may come

Here comes finest hour where I have to take decision

Not enough time left for and to measure it to its precision

For any girl it may be difficult way

Thorns may be found but will have to be pushed away

It is life time remembrance and has to be weighed

The life must be moved further and not stayed