Around her neck.


A dream so lovely,
She couldn’t have dreamt it herself.
A thought so well thought,
It left her thinking hard.

She drew a table for it all,
A chart, a diagram, a roadmap, a graph.
She attempted to organize it so,
Her stream of thoughts didn’t haywire go.

Slowly and slowly as she unraveled the story then,
She desired to master the consequences even.
She wanted to chalk out her own route,
Her destiny, her tryst, her plight, her moods.

Some cold memories, some bitter shocks,
A path uncertain, and sweet talks.
The end is all that mattered but like it or not,
She carries around her neck all the time, a giant ALBATROSS!!

-Stuti

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