She retreats
Such a bliss
Into the hard cover
The turtle miss
A space only she exists
Like me, uncared
A solitude
Unlike mine, unshared
That’s my search too
A place to harden
A sojourn to myself
Sans this burden
A habitat to live
A shelter to hide
I am exposed here
Cos you are everywhere,
every side
A search of lone
The right called ‘each’
Physically and mentally
Alas, life is but an unending search!
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