Sad queen

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By jadia4708au

I have named her as sad queen She is in bad mood and happiness is not seen I loved to touch her barren mind I hoped some oasis of sweet kind She is very good at heart Sticks to religious views and looks smart It is her way of looking at object I must understand her before out rightly reject I found she has heart but refuses to beat It is afraid to bear any more heat For hours she may be confined to seat Thinks about the coming days to greet She is tragedy queen if I may call She has seen ugly world after all She was forbidden to avail happiness You can find worry and wrinkles on her face I read different hidden lines She has glitter in her eyes even though hides or confines I try to read deeply in her eyes with eagerness She gave consent to probe and trace I am no flirt or woman monger But some how I am very much eager To read face lines and touch the weak nerve It helps me to read correctly and observe I tend to fall in sweet lines Flow with tragic events sometimes This brings me closer to individual It works as healing touch and not adding as fuel As I was referring about tragic sad queen She is now completely changed and happily seen She has known the world very closely and followed But nothing has changed her mind or allowed She is there for all the praise I don’t put questions or raise She replies calmly and to the point There is truth and only truth without any guilt I have developed some soft corner I don’t how when fruits it will bear But in desert also you can expect shower This can be enjoyed and seen by fewer We are all human being and need affection Every move on our part speaks of some action Either it may borne out of anger or frustration Or considerably influenced by strong relation I wish it should rain and bring some respite The life had been made hell with struggle and fight It had offered no result and on the contrary made to suffer I thought she needed helping hand with very good offer Life may move on and so the time may pass We may loose the face but stand among class The struggle is part of our life and must be endured The position at any cost must be availed or secured

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