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She Was Alive, That Night
In the night,
she was somewhere,
somewhere, where no one was.
When everyone was sleeping,
she was wakie', wakie'.
Cause' she couldn't get the sleep.
Due to the situations, she faced daily.
.
She had her scarf on,
it was winter night.
She looked up at the dark sky.
"take me", said she.
'I don't wanna live here anymore,
cause' I never get whatever I want.
I never do.
Take me now.'
.
'Though I know, I never make things go wrong,
instead I make them better.
But no one sees, I never get happiness.
I've seen my dreams breaking,
with my eyes.
Which made me cry, a mississippi.
Now let me drown in that.
I no more wanna live.'
.
'I'm an expired medicine to them,
but they don't know the actual date.
Because I still cure them,
without telling them.
If they would know,
they would throw me away,
like an expired medicine.'
.
'Oh Christ! If you wanted me to live like a flower,
that is withered since it's born,
then why did you give me birth?
Just to make me cry?
And entertain people by doing that?
I can't live in a world like this one,
where people hurt me with their big sharp thorns.
The one who has got the biggest is the luckiest.'
.
There wasn't a single sound,
and her voice echoed.
She lied on the park bench,
and kept looking at the dark sky.
Her eyes were bright and wet,
she couldn't do it anymore.
And she didn't get the sleep,
that night.
-Priya Asthana
