She  was a old lady




She had a story to tell
I  can tell how she looked at me When I stop over her shop they other day.
As she told me about her.
The tears that ran down her eyes.

Its like she felt something .
Whenever she mention her name.
Seeing a old lady with such a past was quit surprising.
Because ive never exprinced such a thing .
She had
a story to tell .
And had that vision as well.
Her story was about a girl who lost her mother.
And got lost in this world.
Where she drawned in her sorrows.
it was all good and done .
Until she fall in the hands of the wrong crowd.
Where she changed her ways. And instantly became the wild girl.

-Nadira Ahmed