A Quiet girl she was,
*Permeated with a jungle of thoughts.
A chaotic mind,
yet a silenced speech she prevails,
She was an observer of the world,
and a weaver of tales.
A nobody, to nobody she was,
Desired to stay hidden,
unknown, amidst her sobs.
She wanted an escape, she wanted to be free,
Yearning and anguished, she desired to flee.
Craving euphoria, amid a hopeless trail,
She stayed melancholic, no one cared to avail.
All she did was observe and observe,
Shutting her eyes,
as she waited for an end to be served.
Neeti Hindlekar
SYBA
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