All things placid
Embraced in a blanket of quietude,
All lovers, all friends,
Wrapped within the warmth of the quilt.
I lie there, insignificant, unloved,
Undesired, unfulfilled.
All moves beyond,
And I am surrounded by ghraphomania.
Nobody to resort to,
Tears fill me in.
What is this suffering worth?
Tell me, Oh Universe, tell me!
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Ankita is a middle-class Bengali woman whose eyelids are painted with yet-to-be fulfilled dreams. An avowed reader, she only wants to learn and write in life.
