Like she came to condolence for my sickness.
In so called spooky shadows, while in dark nights.
Then a stranger, trudged the dark rooms,
To patch the squeezed shroud, all and all.
She was magical even with her talks.
Probably a song, that is still echoing in ears.
The power and deep care in her inwardness.
Like a caring mom to new born baby.
I was lying on torn bed, full of bushes.
And i thought, i knew so well
In all of her shrieking, i listen to stranger.
We got so together, breathe so together.
NIGHTS OF SOLITUDE>>>>
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The poem is also the same😍❤️