What was her fault?    
A desire to have a family?
A sacrifice which created another family?
A dream to be a working woman?
A want to live happy?
A life to see her children achieve big?
A kind hearted nature who always searched her happiness in her people's happiness?
What was her fault after all??

A home?
A place where your mornings start with scoldings and nights end with arguments?
A place where you are unloved?
A place where you don’t even know what your siblings feel about you?
A place you are having heavy heartbeats and panics?
A place where you don’t feel like sharing anything?
A place where your existence doesn’t seem worthy?
A place where you can’t even cry peacefully?
A place where no one express what they feel?
Is this place called a home Maa?
Is it? Really?

She was not too close,
Also not so unknown.
She was not a friend for life…
Neither just friend.
But still…
She always respected my opinions
Listened to all my blabbering
Bared all my naughty antics
Secured all my secrets
Understood all my feelings

Yes!! She was special and her absence is getting hard now.

For Her
Appearance doesn't matter,
But a kind heart does.
Unwanted attention? No.
A true shoulder to lean on — yes.
Fake concerns don’t move her,
But sincere words always will.

Yes —
She may seem strange to you,
Because you can't decipher her soul.
She’s a rare gem
Amid all the world’s noisy pleasures...
She shines brightest
In the quiet kingdom of her own world.