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60. Poem

Everyone knew

There wasn't any secret anymore

She was is trouble

But none could help her anyway

 

Everyone had the chance

The divine opportunity 

But there wasn't any willingness 

Until some need she could fulfill

 

There're millions like her

In problem, in trouble

She's still better of

Than many others

 

So what if she's sick

Due to poisoned ivy

Or through magic tricks

As long as she lives

 

We shall await the day

When with ambulance she needs

To be rushed to the hospital

Or may be not even then

 

Utter hopelessness 

None saviour here

Only a helper distant

As long as she can breathe

 

Loops of trials

Errors were many

Nothing could work

Only mess left behind

 

Now she's ok

Fine with what is

Not given up hope

Trying still

 

Silently praying

Working in all directions

Someone, someday

Will open the right way

 

Until then she prays

Looking for

And searching more

May be, its now

 

Almost reached

The right door

It's open now

A hand strong to hold

 

 

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