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Jan 24
She came to stand next to me
Discreetly slid her hand in mine
Sensing that I  had been uneasy
A frozen expression pretending to be fine

She never said a single word
She silently gave me her full support
The glares focussed on her and she never stirred
She squeezed my hand and became my fort

Insults unleashed on me
Now redirected to her
Fingers all around pointed at me viciously
Tongues unleashed calling her a traitor

Still, she remained rooted at my side
She walked in my worn out shoes and persevered
She faced my downfall with grace and pride
The woman I would never be and so revered

Her silence was contagious
All around, the jeers overused and saturated
Now no longer inspired to be loquacious
All standing, querying the one who had quietly dominated

Still without a word, she ushered me out
Still, the opposition did not comment the walk out
And in the room where I had gone to hide
She had left my enemies to unwittingly subside
Written by
AditiBoo  F
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