An Old Lady

"Mere mukaddar se jo ruthe, vo khwab tum the

Mere hotho pe jo thi, vo muskan tum the

Kiya lafzo mai jise baya, vo ahsaas tum the"

While reading her old diary she muttered, an old lady with dull eyes as she had seen too much suffering, as she had carried invisible weight upon her. There is nothing bitter than bearing an untold story inside you. We mourn the dead but few mourn the living dead and she was one of them. She dead with an old diary and with her untold story.