• subhashree 5w

    You know my story.
    You know my pain.
    I live in a cocoon,
    Only to suffer again.
    I made this dwelling,
    With strings of love;
    But the storm of your anger,
    Will destroy it again.
    You know my story.
    You know my pain.
    Yet you feel,
    I am happy
    in this lonely den.
    When I sit waiting,
    For the only ray of hope;
    You come with assumptions,
    Of not understanding you well.
    How do I explain you?
    I know your story.
    I know your pain.
    I will be there,
    Even if I have to die again.
    I know what you feel,
    And everything that you can't say.
    I know how pure your love is,
    And the eternity of the awaited rain.
    I know your story.
    I know your pain.
    Of one soul, we are a twain.

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