She craved
to be craved for,
She yearned
for a tinge of attention,
Her desires
were trodden underfoot,
But
were still ablaze!
People crossed her way,
showing apathy,
She just smiled
with an uncanny grit,
She knew
that she was standing
on an island,
amidst sombre ambience,
Not entitled to it though.
For fate is not hand-picked,
She decided to just wait,
wait for the tables
to turn! 😉😊
Pratishtha 🙂
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Lovely Pratistha, beautiful poem.
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Thankyou so much Dhiraj 😊
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Pleasure’s all mine 😊
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I love the words!
“Her desires were trodden underfoot,
But
were still ablaze!”
Well written! ☺☺☺
Hehe, tables will turn soon! 😃✌
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Thankyou so much Chandu😘😊
Yes certainly.😊😊😊
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☺☺
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I love the lore of sadness and reflection of a hope at the same time. Sometimes i wonder if table will not turn? would it matter? ain’t the feelings change with knowledge and time?
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That’s a sure thing to ponder about.😅 I didn’t think that way Deepak,but the tables must turn i feel,everyone needs to have their day,right? 😊
Thank you😊
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maybe someone don’t want their day to come, maybe someone need something else. maybe it’s just your thinking… everybody has their different opinion, some do the things to just please themselves and some do to please others. I don’t think it matter if you don’t worth it. Thanks 4 convo… it is nice knowing u… 🙂
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