In the intense privacy of lockdown..

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The abandoned emotions,
The monotony tinged with frustrations...
From moments to memories,
From promises to eloquences,
She had long embraced the fate-
The curse of pessimism with spell of hatred.
She was the pool of scattered thoughts
She was the rhythm of eternal dark minds
Music was her guide to a new dimension
To be the verse of thy poetry, not a poet;
To remain engrossed with numbers, she played with,
Still searching finiteness in the cosmic world of uncertainties...

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