Lying silently on the bed,
Staring at the ceiling,
Devoid of any feeling,
Others prayed for her healing.
But knows none
With this endless agony
How she is dealing?
Dealing?
Is a dead person
Even capable of dealing?
She breathes for sure.
But would you call her alive?
Does not matter to her
If the clock strikes quarter to ten
Or half past five.
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Victim
PoetryAfter all we get from our dear life, what we do? complain! Yes, no matter how much is on our platter we are never satisfied. And opposite to us are the people who without any fault of their, end up suffering something tremendous. These people are v...
