She smiles
that wins.
She nods
that softens.
She moves
that pauses.
She disappears
that ends.
Her way
of interaction.
May be right, might be wrong
she does not know.
Mostly she is quiet
shuns noise and commotion.
If hurt more than once
she gives back in tonnes.
Whoever he might be
she retorts with vehemence.
Leaves none, neither old
nor young, parents or relations.
Snaps ties at the very moment
never turns back.
That is how Maria
lives then and now.
Meenas Poems 