Friday 5 August 2016

THAT NIGHT!

In the middle of night, everyone was sleeping but the wanderer was still awake in her mascara infused eyes.

She was staring at the moon who visits her window every single night.

Thoughts were playing hide and seek on her mind and she was confused about the reason that she should wander or she should or not.

Hell of reasons she thought about and ignored,
Hell of people she thought for and ignored,
Hell of the times she ignored this thought of wandering.

Hell of the times she was broken by people's humiliation and taunts. She wanted to break that cage forever which was forcing her to live some daily routines.

She was cursed by every human being just because just because she was fat and they thought she won't be able to do anything in her life.

But they never knew "Anything was her the only right path".

Pretty the moon was by her side that night,
He made her family sleep tight that night,
She packed her bags silently,
Carrying away all the amenities,
She took some random train that night,
Overcame all her fears that night,
She sat on the stairs of some train that night,
She thanked the moon uncle with some happy tears that night,
Landed to some random destination that night,
And living her gypsy life since that night!

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