Cry of a woman..

She left her home, her family and knowingly
replaced the colors of youth with scars of burden
She didn’t disappoint her parents who looked her
With expectant eyes..Yes hunger and nakedness is real…
“I need to survive” she thought among all the odds..
And to feed the hungry bellies..She is now in a strange land..
How to live, where to go…whom to speak.. in this world
Where money comes before love and care..she fought…
Yes…among the people with selfish motives… convinced
Here, it is money and power that gives you all..

Time slid by, hunger was quenched and poverty eradicated
Her family once, who made sky as the blanket and pavement as their bed,
Is now having shelter, tidiness, knowledge and independence
Conveniently she is forgotten, yes by her own beloveds..
Truth struck like a spear, she realized she is alone..
Her heart craved and melted for intimacy and love..
Only to find a stranger slowly becoming everything to her
She rewrote in her heart walls, love comes before money
Love ruled her heart and it was only love and love..
Her world is blissful she thought and smiled…

Fear gripped her, when she sensed a life inside her..
Her calls were all rejected, again days of loneliness..
In the dark, she shredded with fear..Awed at her destiny
She yelled till her heart tore and pangs of pain ripped
her body …till she heard the cry of her child…
Her joy now had no limits… found a reason to live..
But joy didn’t last for long..she was condemned in that strange land..
It was all out of love..that was what all she knew..
When they ripped her child from her bosom…
She rewrote in her heart again..yes money is greater than love…