Before a tranfer certificate

The van window through which she gazed coated with drizzle drops

Her eye lenses too followed the same path

These eyes were owned by a body dressed up in 

 uniform 

Is it a uniform or a blanket

May be the sweat it beared gave it a blanket effect

Carrying her bag on her tiny shoulders but more weight on her little soul she walked 

Why is the classroom placed so far ,she thought

Earlier it didn't,may be it symbolized her last day there.

Lessons taught,lunch shared, all were captured  through her silence

Silence became her new weapon 

Her paths got slower ,may be due to the rain 

It was not a heavy pour  to open an umbrella.

But she had to seek it's help  to have a hide n seek game 

A game played between her tiny and stronger self