The night was cold,
No stars in sight-
I sat with my heart in my throat,
And pathetic, teary eyes.
Sitting on the cold, plastic chair,
Giving everyone a pained smile,
I proved that I cared,
Even though I was crumbling inside.
But when the doctors came out,
And said those words;
I can't even accept it till now,
That you have escaped this cruel world.
~ Shami Jha
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Poetry•☆• A Collection Of Poems •☆• ━━━━━━ Each poem is a chapter from the poet's life, Each sentence mean so much more than what is seen by the eyes.... ━━━━━━ •☆• Rhythmic Feels •☆•
