Magnifying through the eyes, her teens just completed,

Bungeeing through the customed codes of her society,

Pedaling through her competitive scholars,

Steering through her broken roads of humanity,

Whistling through her symphonies of leadership,

Cradling through her daily deeds,

Evolved a she, carrying her ‘him’ the alongside,

Fractioned day and night,

Malfunctioned dawn and dusk,

Fractured noons,

Punctured PMs and AMs,

Wandering was her most oscillating moods,

Hoping for the rhythmic everyday tunes,

Polished glimpses of optimism,

Self couraging intonations,

Patted grown up was she,

Knowing the hoped Wrong Number!

Her wrong Number.


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