And thus fell every leaf,
In appreciation of her silence
The silence bestowed from her learnings,
Her lessons of pain and grief,
Of sorrow and disbelief
Of distrust and disgrace.
When she came to know
Everything that was hers
Was not hers to be known..
surrounded by the crowd
She would ever be alone
None of the wisdom could take her back
To the naivety she possessed.
Lost is the innocence, lost is the shine
Realisations remain,
Remains a wise shrine..
So painful yet so real….
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Thank you Nidhi.
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