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Waiting near the window side;
Having a poor eye sight;
Never cared for the cruel one!
She was planning for the new one!
 
"A new one" striking her mind
By bit and bit while she was lost;
Lost, in the thoughts of being kind.
Being kind to even  the thoughts of no cost.

They taught her to be kind only to the things of cost;
But now, as she was different'
Those teachings bulged in between,
Causing harm to her mind.

A new one strikes her mind again;
And this time she won;
As she told these to her slot.
The slot which is always available to her:
Without caring of the fact
Of being loose or compact!
And just like every time,
When she put those words in the slot;
They turned from "A new one"
To "The new one"
                                 -Mimisha Paul