Has ever anyone stopped to think, where she really goes? Every dawn she comes up with her hazel eyes to show; Lara huddled down in the streets where nobody goes, Alone– Just a young girl born on those haunting streets, she knows.
Last night I guess I had a glimpse of her In that foggy winter night just as the previous year. I ambled and reached near her to see what she does But Lara vanished and again reappeared where she was!
I apprised my presence over there, And she came to me with a smile which seems quite mere. She told me, she is alienated and has nowhere to go, She has been forcefully reaping what her abode had sow. She mentions that She's standing on the grave of her dreams, Even her shadow shouts out on every nightmare screams!
Every part of her body is stretching her apart, To stop the flow of the pious blood in her heart– And after the struck of the midnight clock, she yelped, That's when what a strange thing had happened.
A year ago on this very day had occurred– When her dying souls were being offered, "ME?" ....I was hypnotised! Now I am a replacement of Lara, Like you, Me too is Surprised.
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A/N Do you get it what this poetry conveys ?
Let me help you, in the poem, may be it was my hallucination or anything that is not answered by science, something gothic.
In the end, it turns out that, Lara disappeared and I replaced her.
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