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Written by Kr Aayush.
A Witty Shout.
That night was he,
Standing alone beneath a tree.
Looking at the sky,
Wondering something high.
Suddenly came a noise,
'Help me, O boy!' Was what came through the voice.
He ran behind that,
When his temper was flat.
He reached there pacing fast,
Trees behind him went past.
Seeing a lady wrapped in black,
His mouth went a bit slack.
She turned to him in wrath,
When the clouds hid moon so harsh.
Her eyes were a bit cut,
And lips some more blunt.
Hardly she stood,
But strongly she cried out.
'Help me' she again said.
When a few steps closer he made.
'Are you hit?' He asked.
'Yes. Behind a couple of decades.' She washed.
Now when he was an inch far,
He smelt the rotting scar.
'How should I?' He braved.
'By caring me.' She tamed.
'Could I care you, Oh the poor soul !'
'At least you wished to mend a foul.'
His eyes went dim, when,
She nodded and buried her tears slim.
''A thousand years and no help.
Is this the humanity in you humans left?''
She was asking in agitation,
When he caressed her hairs tied in steel caption.
A sudden heal she got,
When he kissed the wounds been rot.
Her smile fainted in tears,
His heart feared to have her in fears.
She was just a wind,
Blowing and whirling the people's strings.
Everybody feared that cry,
But he watered the centenarian sea gone dry.
Since then only, she died.
Rested in peace and smiled.
Written by Kr Aayush.
A Witty Shout.
That night was he,
Standing alone beneath a tree.
Looking at the sky,
Wondering something high.
Suddenly came a noise,
'Help me, O boy!' Was what came through the voice.
He ran behind that,
When his temper was flat.
He reached there pacing fast,
Trees behind him went past.
Seeing a lady wrapped in black,
His mouth went a bit slack.
She turned to him in wrath,
When the clouds hid moon so harsh.
Her eyes were a bit cut,
And lips some more blunt.
Hardly she stood,
But strongly she cried out.
'Help me' she again said.
When a few steps closer he made.
'Are you hit?' He asked.
'Yes. Behind a couple of decades.' She washed.
Now when he was an inch far,
He smelt the rotting scar.
'How should I?' He braved.
'By caring me.' She tamed.
'Could I care you, Oh the poor soul !'
'At least you wished to mend a foul.'
His eyes went dim, when,
She nodded and buried her tears slim.
''A thousand years and no help.
Is this the humanity in you humans left?''
She was asking in agitation,
When he caressed her hairs tied in steel caption.
A sudden heal she got,
When he kissed the wounds been rot.
Her smile fainted in tears,
His heart feared to have her in fears.
She was just a wind,
Blowing and whirling the people's strings.
Everybody feared that cry,
But he watered the centenarian sea gone dry.
Since then only, she died.
Rested in peace and smiled.
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