She was a nightingale with bright feathers
Flying in sky she loved most
She hummed Melody of love,
danced with her friends in music of rain
But then something changed
She found herself drowning in darkness
Once she was the box of wisdom
And now her own thoughts
had turned her enemy
She smiled in daylight and cried at nights
Her smile was fake but pain was real
Everyone thought she was the same chirping bird
But it was not true
Each time she looked for someone for help
But no one came forward
They were same friends but no one was there
To pull her out of that hell
She said them about her misery
She tried to let them know her reality but
there eyes were covered with past image of her
She screamed, yelled for help
But it was mistook as laugh of happiness
Slowly she felt herself being consumed in darkness
And one day everything went just blank
the voice of chirping bird was never heard
©ensoleillement
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