A little girl with her suppressed tears sobbing alone
in her sleep in her daily cores and
in her every pro and con.
May be there was a longing unfulfilled.
No she is not at her teens
A dashing and daring feminine person
who made herself without a mentor.
he tormented her life,
each time she thought she was right.
She is a wrong route in her right track
She won a shield of sanctity
But her luck betrayed.fate flushing away
her desire her simplicity and her motherhood.
She fights back but feels alone.
She wrapped her life with ritualism
and retorted to come out of it
No guidance no torch bearer no pilot
escorted her to maturity.
She is alone she has to learn survival
of her own, where is her destination
how to reach there in independent mood.
She is weeping some counsel need to come
to turn her loneliness in to magnanimity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To be alone is not wanted to anyone. You caught the feeling nicely.