Confidante..

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{ Note - This poem isn't meant for judging for any of the contest , you can count it on as a preface ^_^ , thank you!}

People often ask , why I love to write so much !?
And I reply .....

When I am extremely sad ,
I write.
When I am crying and weeping
hard,
I write .

Everyone simply look at me,
When my tears fall down from the cheeks .
Except the pages ,
They are always ready to catch it.

These pages feels like a shoulder ,
On which I can put my head ,
And cry till eternity,
A perfect listener , indeed ,
A perfect bestie .

And I hope you got your answer,
Writing with pleasure,
On behalf of a silly writer...

- Rida K.

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