A poetic mind adrift with thoughts

pure like rain drops

like water from hill top

flows like a silk gown 

with many ideaslike a myriad hue

as in a rain bow some colorful some not.

                                                                                            Thoughts   .....

she was looked upon as a  plain jane
treated with anger and disdain
but she was still sane, confidence regained
and braved all odds with brain
beheld all the sarcasm go down the drain
shunning all the pain
as she became a wonderful jane.