She opened the prayer rug
During one of those ragged nights
Where everything was in order
And universe was breathing at normal pace!

The quickeness of her pulse rate
Soon after the depth of night uptake
She hurringly closed her swollen eyes
And her heart was not in her hands anymore!!

This stigma of bewilderness, heapness of bundle of grieves
Its not so easy, to handle all these
When u are so downtrodden and weary oh deep
Wish those hands you could see, and every night darkness dnt freak!