With the clocks ticking away, she had made a lot of memories to stay,
Like a potter she was busy moulding her life, giving it shapes to fit her size,
A few entered her heart, laid down imprints and left,
Some stayed but their presence was as good as their absence,
Some put conditions, some just stayed without any dejection,
Some told her the flaws she had; some tried to correct them,
While some just made fun & found reasons to leave her in times of troubles.
Her head facing the ground, her hands joined together,
Praying as tears fall off from the corner of her eyes,
She decided to go far away from this land where troubles don’t leave her side,
She decided to move on & never look behind,
She left everything, her heart & her soul too,
She has now become cold and accepted that life isn’t as easy as it seems to be,
Breathing heavily as she cries tonight,
She mourns on the loss,
But these lessons won’t leave her; they won’t escape her memory this time.
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