Unused
Yes she did have a brain unused for so long
Nothing new knocks her head since ages
Every day and every single second is the same
Time moves by leaving her face dull and hair white
But it had no intention to touch her brain
It stops working since she entered to his home with a ring
It seems to continue till someone cover her body with white cloth
Copyright © Anju Sarath | Year Posted 2021
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