a story ....never ending it..

When we name it a story..
Will everlastingly be a story..
I am no Cinderella with miserable tale…
And I am no girl such snow white..
With seven dwarfs helping all the time..

I am a young woman with a lifetime story..
Who keeps losses and glory..
Close to the focal part of my body..
All the way in long run life..
Even devoid of history....
Which category we got fall into..

Walking downward the road as winner…
Grumping with devotion in heart without cry..
Jumping down to the last summer..
From the autumn that never by..

Holding on friendship and love around..
We got carried away..
Fakeness that at all times surround..
Why would they all break away…
For some reason to be noted..
The shines and rains shadows the ground..
But still not to ever hate..
Not ever…
Never..


People said, there are several story in lives. Well, I guess “this” friendship story ends here. Let me begin other friendship story while my lifetime story never ends. Without forgetting to thank …”thank u for the nurture and thanks for your time. May Allah bless u and May u experienced what’s best for u…tills then, welcome to my memory frame…”