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In my land
Looking through the window pane
the world outside seems
burning like hell……..
No less, is the fire in her heart…..
There is no hope left
in her tattered life…..
Can’t find a ray of hope
even in her kid’s twinkling eyes….
With each tap on the door
her heart skips a beat…..
May be he is there….
May be he has come back….
Her sole breadwinner…..
Her life, her love…..
Keeping those stony eyes on that door…..
She waits for this dreadful life to pass….
This is the torture she goes through everyday…..
In my land
he is the ‘MISSING PERSON’
and she is his ‘HALF WIDOW’….
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