Her own way...

Crazy kid she was

Craved to listen her 

favourite music on radio

She glided the moments

On her jumping toes 

Danced to the beats played

It all wasn’t an easy task

To put the radio in resonance

Through screeching channels

She stood over

the window slab

Sometimes O’er the

stacked rice bags

Scrolling all the way

through the channels

Hopefully again & again

Merely to catch up 

her loved voice

To smoothen

those anonymously

Jumbled mystic waves

It made her mad,run 

In hurry through all the rooms 

With chan-chan anklets 

Gossiping about her 

ridiculous desire

When finally ended up 

finding her choice in sync

Her eyes shone vividly 

Having felt what happiness 

means in real

For her,

It was all full of play

She found the music 

she loved and

danced to its muse

So did her anklets 

out of control…