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Diverging Cross roads
Lady with expressions of peace, grace and poise
Aura of calm, aloof from surrounding cacophony of noise
A motherly sculpture stands there all alone
Memorable remains of mortal, ages by-gone
She oozes all woman-like beauty and charisma
Still standing at cross-roads of life, in a dilemma
At night, secretly she weeps silent sad tears
Drop by drop, dreams and desires flow, washed out by fears
A searing pain shoots up from the hollows of emptiness
In a world full of people, she's surrounded by loneliness
Lest her plaster of Paris mask cracks, as pangs surface above
She yearns achingly, regretting her long forsaken love
There is sometimes too much worldly, put up at stake
Burdened with Duties to perform, sacrifices to make
Craving for soft whispers of love, she longs for freedom
To love and be loved unconditionally, reign as Queen of her kingdom
A contemporary heart tied down at the altar of tradition
She'd rather spread wings, soar high in the sky of ambition
Not wanting at all to lead a divided soulless life
Still went on being the dutiful mother and wife
Day in and day out, she spent years of life, pondering
Which path of the cross roads to take, ever wondering
Until one day God saw this fine woman of Virtue
He transformed her then into an inspiring immortal statue
Till this day this the gracious Lady at the cross roads stands there
Reminding us of such women quietly living among us,everywhere!
Yesha Shah
for Gail Doyle's "Standing at a Cross roads contest"
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