Beyond the seven days
She has a life ...
Being binded by the four walls
Denied of love..
Even denied the touch of those warm hands...
Which tied the holy thread..
Has to struggle..
yielding in, for the whole pains..
Its this which made him too born..
Those seven days...
Claustrophobic...
Yep...she fears it..the loneliness..
The denials..those harsh looks...
Everything...
Beyond this she fears..those eyes
The lusty ones...
leaving mere smirks and ugly shots..
Again,she has to struggle...
To live a life...
Every where, being the battle field..
Has to turn over to make a change..
Wants differance not difference..
To postpond and change..
Mere change changes nothing...
Again has to struggle..
To live a life comforting everyone..
Providing equal love and
amaassing the required one alone..
Sometimes,even without what she offers...
But has to live  stamping everything
With a cute lovely smile...
Whichs always her savior..