A tone of truth is heard;shrill and pure in its form;
it was declared, that a life had come fast
to this blue planet; waiting to meet its destiny.
Cries the voice, witnessing freedom, at last;
Many a sigh, quite a few apathy, but one's revelry.
The rumbustious soul lay unconscious, and exhausted.
Ascends into numbers--that we name age--the child;
Colourful, playful and radiant, her youth was.
Glorious, delightful, awesome the words used - puberty!
A woman now, no more a child; blush, joy and love.
Years rolled by, and time had come;her marriage arrived.
Alas! Her hopes of lovely life went down the drain, forshe
was nothing but a pay-less servant; toiled she, with patience her virtue.
A year gone, a visible bulge marked her joy; though painful, joy outshined it.
And finally, the tone was heard again.
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