She forced herself to sleep at night
She held her head with all her might
She pressed her mouth to stop her voice
She closed the doors to silent her noise
She has pain inside that rains all time
She has pulse of fear that boils all time
She has doubts of good things happening in life
She has toils and work that she alone can wipe
She has eyes that see but never complain
She has heart to love but no one to gain
She has long dull path to travel all alone
She wants to laugh but receives all mourn
She has a wish to sing a song of freedom
She has a wish to break through the boredom
Friends, she lasts for few years to share a story
Her tale was neither told nor sold, we are really sorry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Friends, she lasts for few years to share a story But her tale was not sold, we are really sorry.' Her identity and her story remains a quiz till the end.