#PoetryParlour #AZatPP #day 25#Y
Yearning
Behind those closed doors,
Sat a pretty, young girl,
Engrossed in her thoughts,
About the outside, wonderful world.
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Her yearning to meet the world,
Increased with the passing hours,
And yet, no one approached,
To open her bolted tower.
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Her yearning did not subside,
She was burning inside,
Just to get a glimpse,
Of her human tribe.
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But when the door finally did open,
A pall of fear gripped her heart,
As her innocence was lost,
And her own world fell apart.
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For nothing here matched with her imagination,
It was a malicious, vicious jungle of division-
Sometimes in the pretext of state,
And sometimes, in the pretext of religion.
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Now she wanted to retreat again,
Behind those very closed doors,
For her yearning had finally subsided,
For a world beautiful no more.
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