Burden

They were some people who carry hugh weight on their shoulders. Hand touching their eyes as they look up to the sky. A discussion takes place near the fire in a crisis. A hand of the clock is moving fast condemns the women. Her husband looks at her don’t do this to me turn the clock back. The women put’s her hand to cover her eyes and cries. The look of disgust for all to see appeared from nowhere. I am ready to go out I wonder what to wear. They turn around after her disappearance as the husband stares. Look at my shoulders can’t you see they are getting sore. The women replies in a harsh way there are two people in a discovery. She places all her bangles to one side this is the price to pay for our deeds. The husband wraps them up and places in a safe they belong here for now. He quickly places a paper on the table and writes as his wife watches. This is my stamped name keep it safe it might disappear one day. The women laughs at him can a piece of paper relieve the burden of faded hair.