She stood,hands decorated with chains,instead of bangles..
She walked,as the chains around her ankles pulled,
It was this much distance that she could walk each day..
Head bowed,she in her torn garb,measured the steps..
Still there was this fire in her heart,this faith in her soul..
That the one above would listen to her prayers..
As each day her eyes looked at the blank sky,she wondered,
Was it even reaching the sky?
Or it was just an echo of her own desperation?
The hostage queen,in her torn royal garb,broken feet,empty stomach,
Measured the land..
As if seeking something in time .
As if a distant voice was going to wishper her something..
The hostage queen smiled
