None has sent me to banishment,
Neither am I banished myself willingly,
I am rather exiled within,
Since she does not breathe in my heart ever!
Deprived of her love is like the worst exile,
That anyone can ever encounter!
Yet optimism shines as the candle light,
At the very corner of my heart at times!
Only you can get me out of the black hole of misery,
That I find myself entrapped in for many days now!
- Unrhymed Poetenry: Poems of Ten Lines
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