She wakes up in the morning
With that groggy eye,
She stares in the mirror
And find that drop still on her cheek,
She runs back to the bed
To check what happened last night
Just to discover, the wet pillow,
Was that a dream she saw and she cried
Or was a dust particle tickling
Her eye for the whole night,
The dull skin annoys her
And makes her think harder,
Seems like she just lost a part of memory
Of past few hours,
Morning chirp, sounds of vehicle
Everything is distracting her,
All in vain, to search the reason
She cleans her face
Drapes herself in hues of pink
Look in the mirror
Passes that cold smirk
Calls herself beautiful
Sheds off that darkness,
Smiles and walks ahead.........
PS.. When you don’t sleep early and have fear of those dark circles, you come up with such an article. :)