The Girl At the Margin
Do you know how many times I have been shown the exit route?
Countless times but I ignore the clue.
Do you know how many battles I have won with my naked hand?
None, except the one I won when I stooped to conquer.
I don't know why the entrance porch is so inviting,
With its thick array of uncommon cobwebs?
Today, I am at the border line,
With the multiple crossroads.
The exit beckons,
I must not resist.
I am at the margin after all.
I think it is time to say goodbye
And I'm saying goodbye in my worded silence.
I have been on the borderline for long.
It is time for quiet goodbye,
I am the girl at the margin
I now have the nerve to say goodbye.
But again, goodbye might be a loser's dialet.
Maybe, I should tarry for yet a little while.
Yes, I am the girl at the margin,
I think this isn't the best time for goodbye.
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