LONELY

by SHRUTI SHRIVASTAVA   Jul 31, 2019


PROGRAMME WAS GREAT,
AND ASUSUAL I WAS LATE,
SITTING AT THE CENTRE LOOKING AROUND,
GROUPS OF FRIENDS,ROAMING AROUND,
SOME LIKE KNIFE,
AND SOME FOR LIFE,
FELT SOMETHING WET,
WHEN MY EYELASH SLASH,
PASSING THROUGH MY CHEEKS,
LIKE SLIDING FROM A HEEP,
I SWIPE IT IN THE FEAR,
SO NO ONE COULD SEE THAT DEAR,
ONE MORE TIME I WAS LEFT LONELY,
IS THIS THING HAPPENS WITH ME ONLY?

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