The little girl went out to play
but she felt she was unwelcome-
they threw a stone and shooed her away,
the little girl came crying home.
With a drop of blood glued to her forehead,
she quietly slipped into her shared room,
stared at the green window from her bed-
her heart was full of guilt and gloom.
She must have done something wrong,
so she blamed herself for everything.
Perhaps she was never meant to belong
and often felt she was good-for-nothing.
She got up and stood before the wall.
“Hey Wall ! Will you be my friend?
Though you are big and I’m small,
but we’re both alone so let’s just pretend.
I’ll tell you stories and share my thoughts.
I hope you’ll hear me out.
Together we’ll play and laugh lots-
there’ll be nothing to have qualms about.”
That’s how the little girl made a friend.
Her secret keeper and guardian at night.
One who never judged but quietly listened.
That was the wall in the last room to the right!
© Taruchaya
