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Ordinary and Stumbled

The only hope for her was the sun,

which follows her like him.

When he left, she didn’t understand, where to go.

There were times she felt shattered in her shell.

Why would God be so cruel?

Why can’t he see something going well?

Undoubtedly, there are times when the sky turns beautiful,

but now it’s all colour poured into the atmosphere.

Now for her, there is everything ordinary and stumbled.

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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