MONA

 rain splashed her beautiful face,

very beautiful one yet very pale;

a women trying to keep her pace,

running down lonely in the gale;

                                                    vexed she looked up,

                                                    the stars have vanished;

                                                    for her every step,

                                                    through the houses she dashed

slipped and she fell,

she never thought she would;

but that is the life we dwell,

which kills the flower in its bud;

                                                    she looked around,

                                                    whether someone saw;

                                                    but an infant lie around,

                                                    her attention it draw;

she got up surprised,

picked the providence gift;

by its eyes she became mesmerized,

unable to understand the gist;

                                                     I will take your care she thought,

                                                     happy with her found sona;

                                                     smile on her face the girl brought,

                                                     she named her with love

                                                     ..............................Mona!!!

Author's Note

HELLO!!! comment if you like it.