On The Contrary

A blessing in disguise
Is what they perceive
For they know not
The bane behind boon...
"She is an ideal girl"-
Words that spread out
With waves of zeal
Though not moving her...
Yes...as they say,
She is a perfect blend
With numbers in mind,
Spirituality at heart,
Solutions in lips,
With an extending arm
Ready to help at once...
Sure to inspire them,
With the questions she pose
Stammering the reader for a while,
At time with solutions too!!
Off late...
She fades for a day
To find them say
The day next though
That her presence they miss...
Her presence they miss...
For the absolute silence
In the class though prior
Getting wordy sans her questions...
For the world outside
She shines as top hat
Be it in words or symbols
For the art is at her feet...
Forgetting the loads of expectations
Burdened on her heart...
Her laurels do invite
People towards her-for
Getting their doubts vanished
Accompanying thus for a moment...
Yes...they need her
For the wits she possess
For the patience she shows
Whilst getting the queries washed...
Huh!!Her presence they miss...
On the contrary...
There she is-with
Her mind in limbo
Flashes of those eternal words
Crawling through every second
Popping out the mayhem
Making her think thus
As though every little speck
That looms to her
Have the notion about her
As a lively software
To solve their qualm
Rather treat as a girl
To share a heartfelt talk...

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