Her eyes were all dry
The folks had deserted her so that she even cry
All her melancholies abided her eyes
Awaiting someone
But hopes were all lies

The child drawn of moon made her weak
But without a quirk on the street she laid
Her hopeless eyes closed as if she died
Fear of everything she saw
Not a hand to calm her brow

The drawn was how broken
The stories of forgotten women were woken
The fog and mist had nothing cleared
The thickened fog blotted out my vision

The solitary women was deserted by all
Though her hardship made her strong
Nor she whishpered a single note
Not a hand out for a support

Torn her clothes did not work her in
I wondered -"what was her sin!?"
Yes the' no where's women' she was !?"
"Why was she!?" I wondered for the cause .