ghettos....

Many a times…
An endangered thought of being me… !
.
I wander through the ghettos of labeled my selves…
Running from to collect pieces of me….
Tired… withered me ….
About to leave myself in doubt…
.
Then the girl with shiny locks….
Twinkled eyes…
Raises her hand towards me…
(who is she…?)
.
Stunned me,
Start walking (again??) on my own way…
And the exhausting thought…
Miles away….!

        …..Chaitali .