There was a woman,
not known much
lived in oblivion
died so in the dark.
not known much
lived in oblivion
died so in the dark.
She bore the suffering,
tolerated the humiliation
breathed her last seven decades ago
tolerated the humiliation
breathed her last seven decades ago
seven decades ago.
Thoughts come from nowhere
almost like a volcano.
Her grandchildren cry with love
commend her qualities with pride.
almost like a volcano.
Her grandchildren cry with love
commend her qualities with pride.
I stand bewildered in shock.
My mind prods.
My heart aches.
Anything amiss?
Anything amiss?
Men do remember,
not in times of prosperity
only in periods of distress
recall the bygones especially their ancestors.
This way I wonder
Well, I know not why
am I the only one to think so
then let me be the odd one out
Well, I know not why
am I the only one to think so
then let me be the odd one out
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