Priya-Kalra's Response to The poet
CLAUSTROPHOBIC OF HER KIND Dressed in red, Hooked up with one. Impromptu situation Don't know where it's going to land upon. Callously abandoned By those who brought her into this world. Clueless of what the way would lead, Hapless she felt, indeed. The one who night and day Craved to be the singing sensation, Was lamely knotted To a townlet native . Claustrophobic of Hamlets, Yet, tried to deceive her parents. Alas, she couldn't perceive Either of any brick used to build up for her daily. She had the demons of claustrophobia Consigned for devastation. The claustrophobia of her kind, Hard to survive. Yet she's trying, May not be alive!
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Challenge,
The poet
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