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She sits on the bus and keeps her glare fixed at the bright sky 
Not really interpreting the sun or the many birds that fly

She reaches her classroom and freezes to a rock
Eyes fixed to people as they chatter away and walk

Her mind has used the portkey to travel to another world
Where of the people who know her and come to talk to her, there ain't a dearth

Even in a yacht in the middle of a sea, she feels sucked up by air 
And maybe sometimes feels as if life has been thoroughly unfair.

With all delicacies on her platter, she simply doesn't feel like eating
Her solitude and reclusive attitude causes her to get a scolding

Yet, as some angel asks her, "How are you?",
She indifferently replies back, "As great as I can be", without giving it a thought or two

Who shall explain
She needs to talk to someone without thinking it as lame

It is okay to sometimes not just feel like it
But you must make sure to carve out some time to sit
Allow your mind and heart to go in sync.

Let us all vouch for healthy mental being 
So that one day we can have related taboos-- nowhere to be seen.

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