A
deserted old lady,
A
whimpering woman,
Underlying
the society’s cruel tree,
Uncared and unwatched,
Covered with cold blanket,
Pointed grains of sand jabbing her,
A
ripped saree and tattered blouse on,
Underneath
a battered body and shattered heart,
Powerless
to purge of the flies and insects on her flesh,
Lizard
picking its choice of feast from relaxing ticks,
Raptors’
beaks piercing the skin, reaching the veins,
A
loveless life,
An
abandoned soul,
A
dying destitute,
Crying
deeply within,
No
one came to rescue her, So,
The
Lord emancipated her from unkind social relations.
© Kranthi Kiran Ale
10/11/2015
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