Diverging Cross roads

Written by: Yesha Shah

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"