Fate of happy face

On a Sunny Summer Day
was she playing alone in the countryside.
Jumping, running and dancing
She was enjoying the wild.
Wild was hers and she was wild
Arms outstretched and she was flying.
Carpet of leaves under Canopy of trees
Gaze of the Sun on the happy face
Oh....Relaxed was that beauty's face
Naughty was little girl's grace.
A Devil passed by the countryside
angered to see her divinity.
How could anyone be so happy !!
In my own country.
O! He pushed her from the cliff
for some unknown mistake, he punished.

And Now She's hanging by the rock
Shouting, Crying for some help
Questioning God and her fate
about her unknown mistake
Why have you punished me O God!
What have been so wrong on my part
Help me God, I'm not that Bad
Just a small little child of yours.
Is being happy the crime I did ?
Is my purity all for what you punished ??
Her tears dried and eyes swelled
throat dried and voice dead.
But he didn't listen, he didn't came..
Child left the stone with peace..Closed her eyes and waited for her fate
was she playing alone in the countryside.
Jumping, running and dancing
She was enjoying the wild.
Wild was hers and she was wild
Arms outstretched and she was flying.
Carpet of leaves under Canopy of trees
Gaze of the Sun on the happy face
Oh....Relaxed was that beauty's face
Naughty was little girl's grace.
A Devil passed by the countryside
angered to see her divinity.
How could anyone be so happy !!
In my own country.
O! He pushed her from the cliff
for some unknown mistake, he punished.

And Now She's hanging by the rock
Shouting, Crying for some help
Questioning God and her fate
about her unknown mistake
Why have you punished me O God!
What have been so wrong on my part
Help me God, I'm not that Bad
Just a small little child of yours.
Is being happy the crime I did ?
Is my purity all for what you punished ??
Her tears dried and eyes swelled
throat dried and voice dead.
But he didn't listen, he didn't came..
Child left the stone with peace..Closed her eyes and waited for her fate
Comments
The more you read you egt this feeling that the poet has undergone a great deal of suffering and is in a very bad state right now. She may even have had a death wish.
Either that or she has a very powerful imagination where she imagines herself being tortured so that words flow out.
Either case I think She needs phyciatric help. :P
congrats for da heart and soul u have within..and also for this good stuff of urs