Forlorn Mortality

Transfiguring Life

A view of a different world,

Was what she possessed.

Even if the world around her,

Was crumbling due to wretched wickedness.

Tragedy, heartbreak and inconsistency,

She had faced,

At a mere age of 23.

Brought down by people,

Pelted at by stones was she.

Mean was the world to her,

Little did they know how precious was she.

A broken heart,

Or maybe two?

But what was it compared to the death of a dear son,

Whom she bore in her womb at 22.

Taking it in stride, she faced the world,

Armed with love and felicitations,

All she asked for was a little change in the world.

A little change in the world,

She was dying to see.