The Abandoned

The Abandoned

She wonders weak and weary
Full of suffering and pain;
None bother to hear or heed
Her wounded soul weeping;
Tears of hopelessness pour
Like summer rain down her face
On ears deaf and eyes blind.

A world of darkness surrounds her.
It is not in her forlorn fate to see-
How the sweltering sun glows
Above the hills and the mountains
And how the slanting rays sparkle
Above the oceans and the seas
Or how a big burning ball
Fills the dusky expanse of the sky
With shades of orange and pink
Before fading beyond the horizon.

Even the light of the stars
And the shifting shape of the moon
That the whole world admires
Are shrouded from her aching eyes
And remain dark and invisible.

How much she pines –
For the cool breeze on her face
And the green grasses dancing;
For the taste of clear spring waters
Flowing deep in the forest
To quench her heart’s desire!

She yearns
To spread her wings wide
High up in the sky
Among her kind.

But it is just a dream.
For as long as they
Desire her flesh
She is captive,
And her existence
Is just a number
As she wilts in a cage.

But how long can she wait before she breaks?


Rham Dhel
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