Turn a cold shoulder to me,
You think my heart is all made of stone?
Turn a deaf ear to me,
You think my feelings are all torn?
Turn a blind eye to my glance,
You think they are devoid of tears?
My queries left unanswered with time,
I stand speechless not anymore.
Sketching the feelings of longing heart,
Why the hand is left ungiven with hesitation none.
You diffuse light on my unlived experiences,
Today I stand bereaved of the abode of light.
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