Rocky needle
In my heart a mountain is acting as needle
It sews me to the ground; I want grave.
Unable in moving and talking with a hunch
She was old, handicapped; also dumb.
In her arms, held in front, tub-like pot
Laundry; and she moved like tree in storm.
She is left all alone; kindness on vacation
What is this pain in heart, human relation?
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