Chotu

She sat there watching,
THe vibrant colours,
before her, vividly spread,
painted constantly,
smiled,
a sweet child,
In a blue denim,
she wore a pink tee,
turning around to smile,
to look at you with astonished eyes.
When you call out to her,
They would knock gently on her head,
I would pull her pony tail,
she would just smile,
a friend,
a rare woman,
you are,
and i can hear your tears roll,
each time you cry inside,
you are someone's world maybe ,
but a friend of mine.