MISSING KIN
Memories of her still linger in my head,
She was always frank to me, telling me everything,
Her hair shines like sheet of gold ,
She is so simple , never cries,
She loves autumn and like a kid she likes collecting leaves.
Everytime I think of her,
I feel like am dying,
Losing her was not easy,
Not for me only,
But for the whole neighbourhood,
Indeed she was loved,
By many and also cared by many,
But traitors abducted her,
And left us shattered.
Our family broke down,
The cheerful faces faded,
Along with her memories,
We could not simply forget her,
She was a good example to many,
Cryptic her kidnapping was,
That left many questions unanswered.
I tried to forget her,
But I felt her presence,
But I knew she wasn't dead,
I knew my sister was alive,
Living out there with any one,
Who was torturing her or looking after her,
But I had to live an elated life and forget her,
I had to focus on tommorow.
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