Confined within dark cell
She could not sell
Her idea to anyone
Not even to her dear one
Nothing was well planned
Not even she wanted
Whatever she had in past
Could not even durably last
I know her plight
She was always right
Intelligent
But fool and innocent
Seized with responsibility
She loves to pray almighty
Stays with family
And shares joyfully
She is mum and silent
Mind is cool and absent
She thinks to star fresh
So does not land it again In mess
She looks at palatial building
Ah! What a place for me in the evening
The house is about to face trouble
Old and weak to crumble
She has bent in back
Vision too lack
She is loosing spirit
With no persons to greet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good Haunted Memories 7 minutes ago Written well and it's a good read