I see her every day on the road,
With tattered clothes, hands at the back, in a grievous mode…
A tear drops at times, letting go of a part of her load,
I wonder what could be the story of the woman on the road!
I feel the urge to go talk to her,
Wanting to know what brought her here.
She wants peace, I know for sure,
I wonder what had happened to her…
Where are her relatives, I think..
Seeing her helpless makes my heart sink.
She walks up and down the entire time,
I wonder when she would see some sunshine!
Where does she sleep, what does she eat,
How does she face the unbearable heat…
People look at her with sympathy,
All she seeks for is some empathy!
Why is she crying, I think…
The tears do try to convey something!
Yet, she calmly continues to carry her load,
I wonder what could be the story of the woman on the road!
