The Known Corners

A widow of time,
when every departure becomes familiar.
Sand and heat raveled the chest bare,
her skin aches for love to get drenched.

Fought battles than a finger can count,
yet lost none.
A widow by choice,
to die another time by giving it all.

To mock your ego and your pride,
and all the reasons you think high.
Silence is all she has left to offer,
a calm rejection to your temptations.

Broken, screaming and tortured inside,
calm she stands in absolute solitude.
When the mirror reflects a smile,
oh! She knows it all too well to hide.

A widow with love in abundance,
for her flesh and eyes yet none for her mind.
She is a stone now only weather can crack her,
not your love.
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Manjushree

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