“A woman, all her life”

Brick by brick
Wall by wall
She creates a home
In the universe hall

With bigger heart
When world’s small
She pours love
In the world’s gall

The fate is struck
Her life is on roll
She flies through hands
When feet crawl

She plants hopes
And everyday ploughs
To grow sun in her nights
And dry wet pillows

She swallows dark
She sees through dust
She smiles in the fog
Mist, and rust

She lives more a daughter
Mother and wife
Little does she live “a woman”..
All her life.

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