LIFE OF AN ABANDONED SELF
Her house was in the wild woods
She sat in here hut
‘A hut?’
No.
Just a roof to protect her head
She sat there.
Spending the rest few days of her life.
Her clothes tattered.
Her eyes, brimming with tears
Spoke of distress.
Her voice faltering.
Her skin chapped.
She had many questions
About her life.
About her past.
About her fate.
Whose answers lay
In the mystery of life.
But there was a question
Which she always asked God.
Why did here own children
Abandon her?
Those children
Whom she gave life
Enduring great pain
Children whom she cradled
In her arms
To whom she taught
The first lessons of their life.
For their sleep
She spent sleepless nights.
Doing what they wished.
Accepting what they liked.
Why?
Why had the writer of destines
Been so unfair to her?
Why have her children left her
To survive on their own
With a fragile body
Which has now worn out.
Through the passage of time.
With no one to speak to
Or to lighten her heart.
No shoulder to rest her head upon.
Can she live a life in serenity?
Would her soul be able to
Rest in peace?
This is perhaps
The story of many mothers
Living the world over,
Who lead a life
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