Better

She is not talking to anyone
Chooses to remain quiet
Rather than facing this loud world
Selects the silent disguise

The reason for her sickness
Is not this bad weather
But the people who broke her heart
That she was trying to treasure

She is now afraid of dreams
The unrealistic pleasure
Prays to God before she sleeps
Hoping things to get better

Originally published in www.kumfumbledme.blogspot.in