Too shy to express,
And yet too bold to hide,
It's like a plethora of emotions,
Hurt in her, she howled and sniffled & sobbed and cried.
The weather and it's people,
Both so cold,
Actions found repetitive,
It never gets old.
She's bound by it,
No way to escape,
The next time worse than the first,
Her mind is shocked, her mouth agape.
Tears streaming down her face,
None to wipe them,
It's him, it's her, it's you, it's all,
Ironically, yet is they who condemn.
Put yourself in her shoes,
& think what she may feel,
She's a human too,
Not a bundle of steel.
Listen to her speak,
For you may not get to hear again,
She has her platter brimming with problems,
If you can't solve them, don't be the reason for their gain.
This sounds so pathetic, weak and sad,
You must think I'm bordering on lunacy, totally, utterly, completely mad,
I agree it is sick, and truly truly bad,
But that's how it is,
And that's how it's going to be.
- Binita Singh
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