leaded life different from other

Lonely in her way..;

everything went to sway...

She lived Alone...tears dropped from eyes...

tears rolled and rolled...still the pain is untold..!!

Painful was her childhood...

strolled on streets and begging for food.....!

Torned clothes,blackish face;

have no softness of childhood and girlie grace....

Grey was her complexion;

free from adoration and prone to addiction...

The railway tracks....the leafless tree..

Den of her survival where she was utmost free...!

The soft bun,the homely touch..

its when she missed "her" much...

Years rolled on: Her life was pathetic..

still she was a stoic..

her soft fingers lost the nimbleness...

life surmounted her and she was prone to feebleness...

"the old lady of her mother

lonely in her way..

everything went to sway"...but still the story remained untold...

"Lost in the pages of time..

but still tinkling in my thoughts as a" Waning Chime"