Single

Yes she is single

And she is thirty four

But being a woman

It hurts more.

She was rejected twice,

To be as a bride.

She was deceived,

By the guy she loved.

Her old parents now

Need her support.

She is is the only one

Who could escort.

People around her

talk of her fate.

Some look her down

Some pity on her state.

Talk about her life

It is boring.

She thinks value for her life

 is nothing.

No new friends

No one to talk.

No moments to share

Neither she could recall.

Her hope is depleting

No one could revive.

It's just her body 

That continues to survive.

Why people think a single woman

As unprotected and weak.

She toils alone for bread

And gets no love she seek.

She has to fight the whole world

Till she turns "really weak".