Her Solitude

How gloomy she starts her day,

No expectations, busy on her way.

How lovely she looks through her eyes

She fears if her sorrow attracts wise.

How deft she is in hiding rue

God bless her, suffuse her with hue.

Still she smiles through her heart,

Scolding no one for this hurt.

She says, this battle of life was never

Won by rage but by acceptance forever

And there's nothing bad in solitude

Cause it inculcates the fortitude.