Not a rustle of leaves
Moon dipped-Stars put off their glow
Lamp of memories burns low
Since emptied-
Heart is not rejoicing
He possibly could be my protector
Though wounds of soul never showed
Silently suffering till the end of the world
Unsharing unrevealed life led alone
Grabbing rightfully from life-I
Never learnt to accept it so
Who is crazy passions-truck like Gul
In the woods she finds no shade cool
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