A small bedroom,a bath,
a frugal existence,
sharing was safer,
but alone..your insistence.
I can see you burning rice,
I can see you turning green,
for I can sense your cooking,
is something even POWs havent seen...
I will laugh at the unpaid bills,
I will cry when you act strong,
I will lie when others ask
if you are happy to prove them wrong...
I can feel the loneliness
which you befriend,
staring at the ceiling for hours
at the day's end.
For the city turns blind,
to the fears we cant leave behind...
But I can see more clearly,
the upright,undefeated figure,
loveliest of emotions today reside
within you,for you are up for a fight,
to wake tomorrow smiling,after a lonely tearful night.
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