She as her self.
Living alone in her domicile.
No one could comprehend her life style.
At her terrace
There shown a light ray.
But couldn't enter her clay
Because she was on her own
Contending with her woes.
There in her musty room
Everything seems dark and gloom
Her skin lingered with the nature
e.
So rear to see her posture
Many thought floped on her mind like an ocean.
Who knows her situation?
Solitude she enjoyed most
Being alone like a ghost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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