If you could only for a moment try to understand the faceless dilemma of pain
what all she has to do grovel beg invoke
make two ends meet sustain ..
as hunger of her kids calls out again
fallen angel of hope ..to her doomed
destiny of abject shame enchained
did she ever dream as a child this
would be her tryst as images of her
birth childhood womanhood like
moving projected frames in her brain
as she sits now seized by sorrow
in a hot humid bandra bylane .
forced by circumstances to become
a beggar .. a beggar must she remain
who will release her from the captivity
of these heavy corroded chains ...
