Yearning

#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.