She

She sat by the window with a book on her lap

Her eyes were no less than Daedalus' deathly trap

She didn't sigh when a funeral party went by

Nor did she smile when a flock of birds flew across the sky 

She just sat there with a book on her lap. 

 "Girl, you alright?" asked some passers-by

"Never been better ", was her prompt reply 

Her thoughts you couldn't read on her face 

But I knew what went behind that maze. 

 How? You ask. 

'Coz that girl's me if I say 

And you and him and her and everyone else

Who have had their wings cut and their dreams torn 

And the rebel in them nipped even before its born 

And so there she sat, all by herself 

Lost in thoughts of could-have-beens and should-have-beens 

Smiles and sighs forgotten 

She just sat there, with a book on her lap.