Solo climbing Lady
A lady whom I deeply now know,
She never lets her sadness show.
When she came in our neighbourhood,
The locals preached her about brotherhood.
Being all alone by her self as she is a widow,
Just what she has is her memories' shadow.
Trudging all alone on the long path of life,
Tackling herself alone all in going strife.
She is doing her bit in this world solely,
Gloomy, as sometimes she feels lonely.
Insensitive people eye her with suspiscion,
Demanding everytime she meets, a reason.
Can't they hear her heartbreaking moaning,
Silently,she is determined to go on a solo climbing.
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