By Prafullitha Rajesh
Her eyes are drought
but her mind in thoughts
They run like a film
and she sees it all
On her invisible screen
with repeated halts
Water didn't come pouring
or water didn't come peeking
Everyone around her
asked to leak her feelings
She tried
but they didn't come showing
Was she blessed with
wisdom of life
To know that
things will fly
or is it simply
her emotions in pile