Standing in front of the mirror,

She saw traces of her mother.

Neither as thick as leather;

nor soft as the flowers of heather.

Few minutes passed...

In her mind,emotions crashed.

memories hatched,

nothing matched.

Few hours passed by,

tears slowly saying bye

a face still marked with a sigh

but her self esteem was high.

For she knew that life would go on

but,everyday she gave a struggling moan.

She loved to be cared but,sympathy had long been gone.

She seemed to be struggling on her own throne.

She believed in God,

because,everybody worshiped the lord.

but now she seemed to doubt the strong hold,

she turned out to be too bold.

Is it a mistake or not she'll see

one day all her remorse would leave her free.

Independent of any plea,

Full of glee,

From this treacherous land she'll flee.