Sitting beneath the window sill
She was looking far beyond the grill
Into the setting sun
whose light was just about to end

The happiness in her life 
too had sunk into despair
as the gems of her life 
no more cared for her

She envied the mother earth
 for whom at least a few care
But for this ailing mother
nobody had a thought to spare

But as the moonlight lit the sky
there was twinkle in her eye
she hoped against hope for a day
when those gone astray would finally find their way

And it would be a day
when thousands like her
would find solace and joy
in the company of their near and dear


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