Pained Poetess

Poem “Pained Poetess” by Nandini Sharma

Alone time was a blessing
Which she never got
Her thoughts kept on suppressing
And her feelings rot
Her mind wandered like a loner
Away from this world
Finding her heart’s rightful owner
Or alone she burned
Pen and paper became her friends
Letters being the lovers
Wrote everything like a clear lens
To live out of black and white colors

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