That Much I Can.


“That much I can do
I am exhausted,”
cries, Mona.

She is a resolute girl,
Her ways are different.
Sincere she is always.

She never gives up
fights to the end
wins finally.

Why is she so downhearted?
I find not any means
nor any clue.

Mona turns sullen.
Her quietude is stifling
against her sprightly nature.

She tries in this endeavour,
finds little success. She feels let down,
being something new to her.

I leave her to herself ,
hoping she would recover
as Time is the best healer.

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