Handover

She had to surrender...
the only thing she was left with....
Things she wished for....
prayed for...
knowing that were not meant foe her,,,,
she carved for....
Lost...
like old building in leafy veil....
Vanished...
Like ink in water...
to handover your life earning is not an easy task...
to handover your emotions...
your dreams...
your hope...
your part of memory...
your time spent with....
and most of all___ a part of yourself....
You won't go...
won't go...
no reasoning....
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 words echoed............
there she went....
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"Nida dear here you can have my tickets"....
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A cold blaze blew ....
Se inhaled as much as could...
For after all, she had to fight long with her inside....
Lights off!!!!