By-Bhavya Achen


Just as the nights got darker,

Her eyelids got heavier!


She was all curled up into a ball,

Trying her best to conquest the battle with her inner demons!


The creepy ropes of loneliness tied her sturdily to bits!

And it is the darkest of the nights, that crumples her to pieces!


She isn't complaining about the loneliness, for, loneliness is a part of our existence!

All she wishes is for a companionship to make her journey traversable!


Will she ever find that!?



This poem has been published in the book 'The Last Flower Of Spring'. Buy the paperback copy on Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/y9sydnxn

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