The trembling hands... hair turned gray
Have nothing much to do spends whole time to pray
Those wrinkles on face
Appeard as the time gained up even more pace
After holding responsibilites for so long with back having a stoop and bend
Looking for helping hand if someone can lend
The helplessness in eyes
Is so saddening to cope up with broken promise and lies
But even after getting so old
What is reason that has kept her so bold
She had little money to come up to buy
Was that something she was trying to keep aside no reason why
Even after so long there was still a hope she was living for
Hope lives in her heart forever she couldn't have asked for anything more
But what was that trembling for
Was that her weak body or broken soul? ? ? ! !
you have portrayed your feelings very well in the poem, thanks for shairng
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To grow is part of life. Nice work.