A Sighing Woman

In the night, when a shattered moonbeam fell on the earth piece by piece and scatter all over on the deserted plain, a woman lived many and long years of pitiful life went like dew on the grass. The bridle of misery the woman tried so hard to shake off yet she was, to the bitter end, unable to unbridle it, and hence, heaped in a mound of grudge, it poured in a heavy rain at last night, rushing on a vast expanse. To pacify the raging water, at the time when her grudge fell in a misty rain on the river, she sits by the window of resignation and heaves a sigh to let pass the all abhorrent memories from her troubled heart.