T3 || আমার উমা || বিশেষ সংখ্যায় Rudrapriya Sen


Williams said, “Smile my boy, it’s sunrise,”

The girl now laid smiling at her own vice.

A malady caused by memories and tormenting deep sleep,

How long did she have to wait till she took the last leap?

Yes, it disgusted her, a sin she would never commit,

But that promise was destined to be broken, wasn’t it?

“You are faking it, quit whining!” They had all said,

But she wasn’t, and the words ached her head,

Her soul was broken beyond repair,

What should it have taken, to make her life fair?

So now that she laid, with her bleeding wrists,

Death waited patiently, as just beside her, he sits.

He welcomed her in his arms more than they ever did,

Why didn’t she ask for the help, she desperately did need?

She kept on smiling, gazing at the beautiful butterflies,

For Old Robin had once said, “Smile my boy, it’s sunrise”.

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