Spreitny-" The Little Girl"

No one infront, no one behind;
no one to look after, no one so kind.
All the way from lineage, she is alone,
No one is seen, no one is known
But still she finds a way to live
And that's gifted by God as she believes.
No one to play with and no one to talk,
No abettor to accompany in her morning walk.
Even then she is too cozy in her life;
And never concerned in being too rife.
so she lives in a forlon place;
where no one to visit and no one to face.
She is a soft little girl, always in her job;
knitting in the peace, far away from the mob
standing at the door way, thinking of her past.
Planing for her future and making it vast.
No one with her, but still something fosters her
which sometime make her laugh
and sometimes worries her.
And that's why at one moment,
a colourful smile blooms on her face
and at the other, tear fall down her eyes
for hours and days.
That's how Sprietny is...!!
A calm, quiet and offcourse a simple little Girl..