A call that lasted minutes ten
Capturing moments of lasting pain
A talk that searches answers for,
And pen that succumbes to creative yore.
She who faces history today
She who wants future OK
The wish to get an answer YES
The longing which is more than lust
A place which is 'no-where land'
A journey trailed on desert sand
A life which dreamt of song-n-art
An image drawn in blood-from-heart
A gap that existed five years
Spent in exile to self, is clear.
A death and re-birth, phoneix style
The feeling to sink, which, will take a while.
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