She lassoed the sun

To give its light to others.

She flew to the moon

To save the lady who was trapped there for 4000 years.

She teleported to desolate places

And radiated a beam.

She used her super-strength

To push out the weight of the negativity.

She applied her invisibility

To create an unnoticeable field of protection.

 

Every day she walked in with her 

Raised eyebrows

Lifted cheeks

Wide grin

Perfect ivories from a distance

And her innocent eyes.

 

She laughed at their jokes

To reassure them.

She was a confession box

To console them.

She listened

To appreciate them.

 

They never expected anything from her,

Just a smile.

Maybe for a second, 

She wanted to be on the other side.

Maybe she wanted to be heard

And appreciated. 

Maybe that was her reason

To keep smiling.

So that one day, 

Someone might smile for her. 

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Sriya (she/ her) is a high school sophomore from Dubai, United Arab Emirates, where she resides now after Singapore, Mumbai, and being born in Kolkata, India. Her weekends comprise singing, kayaking, writing poetry through calligraphy, and talking to new people in between volleyball games.