On the acute
turn of the life
bemused she
was
Waiting for
him
With staring
eyes on the road
looking a reason for
taming untargeted mind
wanting a
bottle
to close the
despair storm
Everything was her
But not
receiving anything
In cruel
crude customs
her dreams
were chained
The weapon
was in her hands
she knew the way but
She didn’t know why
tremors were in his hands
Far away
from home
struggling strongly to the world
Engaging
herself in his memory
How alone
she was
My words
were
Gathering strength for her
Telling her
to fight
Fight oh my
little friend fight
Vikrant Prabhakar
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