Elbowing her way through the crowd,
balancing one big trunk on her head, she vowed
that she will catch this last train
to start life afresh, leaving behind one which was disdain
She soon had a flash
Questioning her, if her decision was rash
A decision of leaving her village, her home
To find peace in a city, completely unknown
The next morning, to her glory
She was in the city of her stories
That she had been narrating to her friends
Of how her life would transcend
Into one, with health and wealth
With not more than a penny to her name
With her hopes high and a clear aim
She set her foot in a place
Where concrete had, trees replaced
Life here was more advance than her imagination
She was clueless of how to handle her miserable condition
She had to find an abode for the night
But there was absolutely nothing in sight
She soon found a temporary arrangement
Lying on the floor with her face facing heaven
She was amazed by the fact that the stars could be counted
And the night sky was rather grey
Today, it’s five years and counting.
One chunk of her story- a part of our everyday chat
As she hurriedly keeps the ragged piece of cloth and the water spray aside,
Her phone rings, “Yes ma’am, almost there!” and she rushes to the next house.
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