In the moonlit night;
She resides.
In the darkness;
She hides her weakness.
She has nothing to lose,
And nothing to gain;
For; her heart has a black stain.
Carrying hatred and rage;
Her inner child,
Got thrown into an unbreakable cage.
She calls loneliness her friend;
For; only that sticks with her till the end.
A diary in hand,
She strides along the hot-blazing sand.
Not a destination on mind,
She has become blind.
Blind, from the reality;
She could not handle its brutality.
Even though she resists;
In the moonlit night she exists.
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A profound commentary on "her inner world "…" She calls loneliness her friend". Naturally. Poignant, but enjoyed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really a poignant story writen with clarity of thought