The pen meant a freedom
From the daily penance
The pen meant a hope
For the time that may never return
A penance for a crime
That was never committed by plan
But a careless conversation
Overheard, resulted in a heartbreak so deep
Of someone she deeply loved

Never again never a thought
Of carelessness crossed her mind
Though the words she spoke to another
Was truth, but was it kind ?
To the person who over heard
Who was never supposed to be there
In that secret loft, resting post a day
Of work and tiredness
The news was the tipping point
For her to walk off the roof ..

Just once .. never again ..never before
She had joined that group to chat
Shared a news so profound to the listener
She would forever choose to be friendless

If there was a time machine, she would
Delete her words .. till the last syllable
Yet no one blamed or said she held
The sword that tipped her dear sister
Off the shore .. into Netherlands

So today in the self imposed imprisonment
She checked the legal papers
It should have been twelve years
Even on best behavior judgement

She picked her pain to give some wings
To her thoughts and her things
Her parents could never understand why
She cared about that orphaned child
Whom they had adopted before they had her

It was late night when her journal was done
Of the girl who never found mother's love
Yet loved like the best elder sister
That ever was

So she went into the next day
Of her penance .. Didi she whispered
Stay well in the land of no pain
I will follow someday after penance
In this land is done to the end.
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