Anita Singh 2

Merciless World...

All alone by herself she sat in the darkest corner
Of the end of the street on a closing winter night
Surrounded by the sombre atmosphere of the dying year
She was bereft of an amiable company
As she was an illegitimate child of her parents

She sat brooding on a small stone
Despite the chilly winter breeze that blew
A mere thought of people's countenance

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