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I don’t know her soul; barely seen her eyes, merely glanced at her contours

Met her thrice outdoors; always exchanged goodbyes beyond midnight’s four zeroes

Once, in the hallowed Connaught, we walked a few miles after the sun had gone home

I don’t know her like Joker knew Harley Quinn; she’s a friend of a friend

And friends now are a lot like fleeting fashion trends,

Who meet, drink, dance, click pictures & promise to meet again

Then forget each other's shades by the month's end

Her & I may part ways at life’s road’s next sharp curve 

So, I ain’t gonna pretend to care or love

I sit here with pen, paper & thoughts writing this poem with nothing nice to say

For the girl whom I didn’t even wish on her nineteenth birthday

For the girl with whom I haven’t performed the ritual of digits exchange

For the girl famed for her resting bitch face

For the girl who gets the shakes when I move in for embrace

For the girl who’s one of the rarest humans who haven’t conquered first base

For the girl who for sure contributed to her wheel-chaired stalker classmate’s passing away

For the girl who’s clueless why she’s studying what she’s studying in the first place

Yet she worries about her scores & stays buried in books while her roomy is getting laid

But, there’s a silver lining in the imperfect ways of her life’s early days

She's alright being single; ain't scared to be on her own; 

In the dark, likes to wander on the spooky roads

She’s dignified even when sucker-punched with undeserved tirade 

What others see as a resting bitch face, I see an elusive grace

Unlike the sure-as-fuck, entitled Insta teens who are full of themselves

She can sit back to reflect & change her whimsical decisions 

I’ve no advice, no words of wisdom, but I will write a few nevertheless

You’re now but won’t always be young

Your knockers won’t always be looking up

Don't settle for what's certain; fall & evolve & take the road that's laden with bumps 

Keep knocking the door, explore, keep asking questions

With matters of life & love, take the word of the one that resides beneath your cleavage

Your heart will be far from perfect, but it will be honest like BFF

Strangers will judge you for your short skirt

Boys will be schmucks; will put you through hurt

Each time you will be original, you will be put through the ringer

In the years to come, the world will compel you to marry & give birth

If you pay heed to their canons & fulfil them all to keep them content

Your silhouette may smile but deep down you'll be broken

And no trace of you will remain once you fly away from the earth

Even if you believe in God, live your life like titanic because there’s no re-birth once it's sunk

Before it's life's curtain call, go out on adventures & take a shot at transcendence.

Your mom-pop must have been tipsy on whiskey 

And feeling kamikaze when they christened you Nazi 

In life you can rise above your name's tragedy 

And end up becoming like Leonardo Da Vinci or more likely a baby-stealing gypsy