Broken people 😞
I have seen some broken peoplePerhaps that's called life
A woman bringing
A child to hospital
To show her to me
She said her mother
Is dead and they
Two siblings are
She is her aunt
And her own daughter
Widowed is
Isn't it enough to break heart
She had gone grey in prime
Of her youth ,white hair
She said she is on cardiac meds
I sigh and weep in silence
Perhaps that's called life.....
Poetry by MIRZA AHMER BEG
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Written on 2025-02-05 at 11:26




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