Her Chaotic Self

I love her chaos,
And all her shambolic state,
As she juggles competing emotions,
Cropping on her face,
like a sudden burst of some storm’s spate.

And when she tries pushing away,
Her dishevel hair,
Tucking it behind her scroll ears,
Only to find them spreading,
over her eyes,
crawling from the rear.

I have given up,
Trying to comprehend her rattles,
For she gets upsets,
On trivial things,
Yet letting go,
The hardest of the battles.

As I watch her,
It makes me wonder,
How will I succeed,
Focusing on anything,
Beyond her yonder.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

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