Mumbai

She looked lost...
Like a hare in the wilderness,

an expression that she carried in her eyes,
although intense...
Yet lonely, battered and discontent

Could be a figment of my imagination
or real
I just cant fathom

she seems brave
on the face of it

yet I see pain
and untold stories

Real and imagined
of nightmares and ghosts

things that go 'thud'
in the dark ...

... Or worse

Yet i notice twinkle
a hope in them

I see determinition
a will

and I'm confident
that she will remain
triumphant
alive
vibrant!