Silhoutted against a raag
I saw her fingers scribbling on a notepad
Her thought strayed to the secret questoins
she did not have the right password for
Another raag brings her back
A tear wells
A text sent
A pencil fidgets in her hand
She was at many places
In that solitary moment
In exile of her humanity
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