The Unknown Verse

By Moupia Nath

Down the aisle, she walked through the crowd.
Grabbing the foreseen cause bothering her.
Says the old mate, waiting is a sign of failure,
Whisper is the sign of lame.


She walked with a wish of hope
bearable unbearable, caterly uncatered,
Skillfully unloved soul quietly screaming
through the foreseen wishes.
Will this verse end with a peace in the heart or a shattered poisoned brain? She laughed!.

She smiled while walking, wished a good luck while passing down the aisle with pride.
With tears and, heart applauding for her blissful smile,
for she is the unknown verse with the truncated end.


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