Surrounded by thorns
That ****** her heart
She silently mourns
For they are her part

Life is worth every moment
Be paradise or burning hell
To hear vicious torments
And cry near the deserted well

Village life is so hard
To please everyone
Another trump card
Her soul had no one

Extended families around
All sit and eat in disguise
She sits herself on the ground
And hears their usual lies

She thought she'd study more
But got married off then
Life's just to and fro
Surviving with her illiterate man...

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