She was walking down the streets
holding a stick,
To me her face appealed
reminiscing a flick
Attempting her best to get
other side of road,
Tired at every step
probably due to body load
Yet she was trying trying again
to cross the lane
and seemed like a focus of worries
in a world of insane
With every step her head
remained down
curves on forehead resembled
a set of frowns
Alone in the world,
she just appeared to me
but her calm face was
like a blessing to me
And i gave it a thought
From every responsibility she's free
She might be having a son
and a gud family
But then what was so
tense about her sight
On the road i got into thinking
With my eyebrows tight
waah yaar wah !
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thanx ... yeah i wrote (actually a long time ago) ... but couldn't frame the words correctly ... will try ..
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