Widow
Saw a trembling face
In peaks of solitude
Worried, withered.....
Even though have enough offspring’s to look after
Sitting in silence
Looking at vicinity
Chewing old memories
Not knowing, what to next
Slowly started screaming …..
Not in madness, with self
Me, tried to pour some love
But she denied
Saw a piece of paper written near by
"Me prisoner of solitude, will immerse in it"
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