Monday, October 27, 2014

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Never had she known what she lost in her life,
Where her choice went wrong
Which was the wrong path she got in?
Who is the worn person to visit her life?

Possessive girl, bold and strong in outlook
Fair and thin with short bushy hair
Neither thought or did something to hurt others
But she incurred hurting from everyone.

She danced to the tune of music,
Sang along with the wind and nature,
Smiled among the colourful butterflies and
Fragrant flowers around her.

Gentle like dew drops, soft as cotton,
Elegant and stylish like a model
Her eyes twinkle like the stars
Glossy skin, cute smile, flabby touch

She acted or people around her did
Loved everyone, trusted everyone
Being used for their own needs
Kicked off here and there in all posts

She was blind to see the hidden
Faces behind the masks
Dedicated efforts, hard works by her
Went unrecognized
Loved to walk in the rain with dear ones,
Along the unknown paths and streets
Busy or lonely roads, noisy or silent
She wished to be besides loved ones.

When she fall into the pit, she cried out loudly
For someone to lend a hand, to console her
With words and presence
Nobody turned to bother her life



Her silence does not mean her weakness

Possessiveness, pain and tears meant nothing
With no sign board and indicators she walked
No destination, no land , nowhere  to board
 
She realised the fact of being alone,
Actors around her had left
Survived high and low tides alone in her life
Still she lives among us, may be you or I.

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