Beyond the mountains the sun rose
Through the slits the light flows
Awakens she again, smiling at the dawn
Hoping she'd live a life, she'd always longed
She smells the morning hoping for a day of her own,
Someone with a story knocks on her door,
She speaks not a word, till the end she hears
Quietly inside her, his shoes she wears
Inside his shoes she walks, as his stories haunt her
Of her own life she forgets, surrenders to his
She walks miles as his life engulfs her
Of her own smile she forgets, begins to wear his
She lives his life until she masks her with his
She begins to feel his pain, unmindful of her own
And when she smiles she often forgets, the joys are not her own
In his life she had found, a joy of her own
At the turn by the curb, she stumbles and wakes up
Her mind opens, of her own life, she remembers
She vows not to give in, into another's shoes again
She walks home with dreams, of a tomorrow of her own
She slips into the night, thinking of a life she'd always longed
Dreams she again, of the hopeful morrow
Dawns it again, barely like it was foretold
There's a knock on her door again, yet, she's bold
Another story awaits her heed
Another pair awaits her heel
Lives again she unfairly, another person's life
Thwarted her soul recluses, gives up her smile
There came a time when she forgot who she was
It was the world she was in herself, the mirror too gave up
She lived many a life, but not once her own
Every time they knocked, she slid into unknown
- Deepak Karamungikar
