My tears confined, my fears concealed. An introvert I am, as my silence is heard. Explanation left to the examination, their expectations fail terribly, my life reverential but yet formidable to the evil minded, skeptical individuals. Terror incited inside, horror on their faces reveal the seal not instrumental anymore. My shield outpowered their long mouths. Concerned by my affairs, confirmed by actions.
Quarantine the reason behind this, covid-19 the catalyst Of all these sins, this is why she is on the street today. What is she doing now? Look she stop suddenly With unbelieving heart, she shook her head again and Again bending over she picks clay, lay down herself To give her back rest, tiredness in her revealed as Up she stands. Her right hand over her waist, face Frozen as to her mouth the soil she takes in, "Iodine she needs," it's hard to understand what is On her head, what she Is thinking, Usual crime? I don't know! Suicide ? No.! She has the ball with her, And now all of her is gone, she is broken. She's my neighbor's first born child, she's now thirteen. Verily the author of her life wronged her ; her destiny, The guider through her paths has robed her; her future, and The giver of life has given her the unwanted one. But why all these miseries? Look she is her child's sister. The grand-stepmother to the child knows these henc...
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