Loneliness
Alone,
On this Island
I wait for a ship _
a passing boat -
Or a floating stick
But,
see none.
Alas
I’ll have to stay
Search for food
and Pray
Then die.
But Oh -
So horribly.
For none will see my body
Or cremate it.
And the hungry vultures
Will eat shred after shred of my skin
So that,
None will recognise my form at all.
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Born in the year 54, only sister of brothers 4,
Love is the only entity in my world,
Trying to keep my family of 60+ in its hold,
Mother of 2 boys,nay, now a daughter too,
since my elder is married to a girl so cute,
Words are my best friends, in good or bad,
I write,as I can't fight, my spite only they,ve had.
Yaadein was in context and hundred times bbetter than this…
I am confused as to what you are trying to say…
sounds too sad and dramatic…anyways a good try. You are capable of better than this…
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