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.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
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.