She was a mother of four
slave in her own body
a woman of steely substance.
Hid in caves of torture,
wore different masks.
No tear or smile would show
a wounded soul grieving
for life's normalities.
Why did she hold faith?
with no appetite for change
no luck from him (God) ,
her child bears resemblance
with patterns without pathos.
Nov 2011
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