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The Old Lady, My Friend

A Helping Hand In Times Of Need

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The news, it kept flooding in, like those winds, that find a way,
to meander through the small hole on the broken window.

There I was, all alone, thousands of miles away from mom’s smile,
away from the familiarness of dad’s voice, calling my name,
in an unknown land, amidst everything that was going on.

I couldn’t venture out, walk beside that known tree,
that swooshed its leaves as I leaned on its bark,
I couldn’t meet that old man, who smiled from his window,
waving, whenever I crossed him on my trails,
how is he, now?
doing well is all I can hope for.

The four walls became my only friends, their dense boundaries,
they seemed to slowly engulf me, I lost count of space and time,
as thoughts, that I never thought would even surround my brain,
shackled me, with chains, and there I was, stuck, drowning,
into a black hole, as,
the news kept flooding in, more news kept flooding in.