Eighty Years..

Wrinkles all over the face,

A cute smile with missing teeth,

Eighty years had passed,

Since she first saw the earth.

Her heart was into pieces,

Her life was pointless,

Near the church was her home,

With meaningless roofs and all alone.

Eighty years of her life,

She went past all the storms,

With a depressing turn each time,

At last her story saw an end.

Yet her soul wasn’t in peace,

‘Cause she cared if someone was safe,

Just for once her bleeding soul,

Wanted her son’s embrace.

-Neha Kulkarni..

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