It was a moment of shock to meet her
At the crossing,
Pain was quite evident in her heart
Tears rolling down from her eyes,
A pain, a strange pain visible on her dried lips,
Looking upset, exhausted, tired, disgusted but cool,

I gazed at her
She was in deep sleep
Perhaps due to exhausted labour
In scorching heat
But I kept staring at her
And started to think,
How she adjusts herself?

In a quite new house for her
A house with wolves, beasts and cobras around her,
Round the clock
She must be missing her home
A home where she was born


A home surrounded by her nears, dears, kiths and kins
Where she spent memorable and precious years of childhood,
Of her blooming youth,
Where she was sometimes sad, angry

Sometimes joyful, sometimes gloomy
Sleeping, crying, playing and smiling in her mother’s lap,
Laughing on her brothers, cracking jokes
Cheap and unsound jokes
But those made her laugh

Her father giving her a hug,
Tight and lovely hug,
Kissing her chocolaty cheeks, forehead
Providing everything she wants,

And now a new home for her
Not a home but a shelter
An old age home
A new home
How sad, how disgusting
Is she really alive here
No she is a living corpse.

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