Which way Meera turns
she encounters hassles.
Having been stoic
so long, feel she cannot
be so anymore.
“I give up” she cries
a whimper bursts
from the depth
of the heart.
It is turning unbearable
she who preaches
patience and tolerance,
is now at wit’s end.
There has to be an end.
That has to come soon.
Meera waits for that day
with glistening eyes.
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