Her


Her pain wasn't seen
Her vein wasn't yield
Though she screamed
But got unseen

Her love was not her
Her dream was not her
Despite this she brawl
Just to dire crawl

She faked a smile
Remember one last time
She wasn't weak
But was dying inside

People were erratic
She knew but was pathetic
She beamed over them
Cause she was condemn

Her misery remained a misery
Few days of march and it called quits
They called her a victim
Yet she survived
She regained and touched the sky
To show them she loved that old time ..@saniya sain

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