Before, her absence made no difference to my appetite and I wouldn't mind her absence so much.
But now, if she isn't present to talk to, I am miserable and nothings tastes right. I suddenly get up my voice chokes when I think of her.
I think in my imagination that my cries of loneliness which are resonating in my mind will reach her. I picture her concern and hope that she will send for me and press for my happiness or atleast just talk to me. But nothing of that sort happens. She knows, but she never sends for me. I then put out the lights in my room and throw my head on the pillow in a paroxysm of sobs.
Then I ask myself, what is my grieviance? Against whom? And from whom do I expect redress? At last, when no one else comes, mother sleep soothes with her soft caresses, my wounded heart
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The Past One Month
أدب المراهقينWe all call out to that person whom we deeply love but that person, most of the time is too busy with others...... dont tell me i am the only one
