Sometimes invisible

Even in red

Not naturally noisy

She spins a web of wit

Her voice she tames

With pen rather than pitch

She won't move an inch

Even when pushed

Confused she might be, careless too
Once she left her phone in the loo!

Hands off handles

Her daredevil emerges

As eight-leggeds scampers

She cringes

Cupboard full of clothes unworn

Bed covered with books, bags

She rushes to college

Leaving behind ammamma’s doshas

You can whine all you like

She won’t sympathize

But her hug can cure

Grumpiness, loneliness, fear.