Crushed on dull days
She sleeps and rises as always
Nature of heart speaks a monologue
She is singing heart's soliloquy
Sometimes sad and delighted
Nothing is horrible than living aimlessly
Nothing is useless than being with heart, so careless
Partly denied, but was destiny's favorite child
Being so or whatsoever, she holds a helpless arm for the help
She has it all- she shuffles again and again
Some love songs,
Some are romantic rhyme and rhythms
But she rests on sentimental tracks to entertain
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