I stare at you, dead,
stony eyes, pupils filled with pain,
you see a possibility of love,
I feel it’s all in vain.
Look beyond those dead eyes,
those stone pupils,
and you will find a soul,
a soul filled with hope and rain.
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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.
