Beware of a writer's love. You never know whether you are part of their reality or just a twist in the plot .

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Beaten, thrashed and broken she sat in the corner of the room,
A bread with mould on it and water bottle occupied the space ,
She stared at the wall with her spirit shrouded in gloom,
Enduring the excruciating pain of numerous scars that littered her body and face .

Parents are supposed to shower their child with love and care ,
But her parents were cruel beasts without heart,
For they showed it by dragging her by her hair,
They were hell bent on breaking her apart.

As she sits in that stingy room there's only one question in her mind ,
Is this what home looks like ?

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roo raha tha dil mera....
toh main bhi phoot kar rone lagi
varna mai rooti nahi.

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जब भी मिलूं में तुमसे....
ना तुम कुछ कहना ना मुझे कुछ कहने देना....
बस गले से लगा लेना अपने और बस रोने देना।

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