Standing at window pane,her tears rolled down,
It was constant she,in midnight or the dawn.

While everyone hanged out,she was sitting alone,
She missed those chatters coz her pals were gone.

Surrounded by the croon and with her no one sang,
She was no more crazy when her phonebell rang.

Carrying the bleeding heart,she couldn't speak it out,
No one either struggled for her to go about.

Sorrowful and wounded,carrying burdenised shoulders,
Pew!such a nonchalant fellow,a silence holder.

Tormented by people, suppressed by the society,
She sat in isolation to conceal her anxiety.

She wished badly to cry and scream,
Her hands on mouth,such a cruel regime!

She gulped back her tears,
Assuring no one noticed,Ahh! her consistent fear.

With bloated eyes,she feigned the smile,
Escaping the people,wanting to go far a thousand miles.

There was the wing-ding filled with howling and cries,
While a loner passing by, oblivious and agonized.
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