What she wanted
That which causes
Gazzelles to increase
In the midst of predators
Makes a hunter penetrate thick forests
Makes ordinary men fight big fishes
That is the courage she wanted
Silent and solemn mood
That pilgrimage offers
The consolation of stares into the sea
Ease of a waterfall that is soothing to the mind
Its the kind of peace she was desperate for
To be blind to her present life
Forget the divorce certificate
Assume her emanciated body was healthy
And be comfortable with debts she owed
Every flower withers
New gets old
Black hair grows grey
Like a bereaved heartily griefs
Thinking of single motherhood
She was no better
Medics were happy
To inform her people
Of the eternal rest she attained
What she wanted was always with her
If she atleast talked to someone....
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