Fainter images if the school days
I remember through my diary
in my mind a friendly face stays
was she my my friend? who was she?
Her face, her smile is so much sweet
and she is the queen of the deepest eyes
needs to be protected against the heat
was she a child? who was she?
on my every mistake she smiles
she let me understand, made me realise
importance of travelling the left miles
was she my supporter? who was she?
she always helped me when I fell
and helped me out at each step
she made me feel better when I was unwell
was she my mother? who was she?
each page of the book that I sae
was full of question and problems
but she made me understand each law
was she my teacher? who was she?
she was not young nor was old
neither a child nor a grown
it was happiness that she sold
was she the God? who was she?
It gets fainter I can’t see
she had disappeared in this crowd
she exits my flower life like a bee
who was she? who was she?
But life has several paths you see
the path I chose had no print of hers
I left her or she left me
who was she? remains a mystery…