She..

She Wept, She cried...

She felt impure..

A wound inflicted..

It had no cure..

She knew not what to,

Say or do...

She could not start...

Her life anew...

She said all through,

Her helpless cries...

No hope left in her tearless eyes...

She felt as if she'd...

Lost the race...

Fear and sadness,

Swept her face

Who'd know the value

of her dried up tears?

Who'd hear her silence?

Lend patient ears..






(An old poem i found on one of my old blogs )