The walls,
tall and dark,
covered with mosses with slime marks,
raised over time brick by brick,
arresting her thoughts confined to a dungeon,
throwing her to oblivion,
reduced to exist,
and now she was a loner,
a ruptured soul,
draped in a shroud of nihility
And her opinions
hammered over time,
often drawing her to some pretend emotional rathole,
or imposed threats to oblige his ways,
and if any trifle residue
of her views lingered around,
he crushed it under his boot
writing off her presence,
as if she was some withering dry maple leaves
awaiting to be crumpled and bereaved
And her smile
that was once golden,
now hiding behind her deceptive eyes,
for her happiness was forced to assume new meaning,
contrived like a shadow of his blemish desires,
and all her wishes,
her aspirations,
her grit rumpled
under the pretext of…
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Words won’t be able to define how strong this composition is!!!🙏
Thanks so much for your lovely words. I am very appreciative of your kind read
When one road closes, there is another… message of hope!
Thanks so much, Punam. I so appreciate your read
You are welcome, Shantanu.
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Beautiful poem 👌👌👌
Thanks so much, Tanusri
Nice poem. We actually never fail we just reached some other destination.and if we accept this new destination and give it our best we never fall even from a pin point height.
You said it so well. Thank you for your lovely read
Thank you. Most welcome 🌼
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Shantanu! this is amazing.
Thanks so much dear Atifa 🌸🌸
Such a beautiful journey from the miseries to bliss.It kind if made us walk through her trials and tribulations
Thanks for such a beautiful comment ❤️