The woman i see is distressed
She is duty bound and torn between worlds
The woman i see is frustrated
As she can not,however hard she may try
lives up to her responsibilities
She works day and night
To make everyone happy
to satisfy everyone,to fill them up
but helpless,she feels unable
to do any good,to see a single smile
the next she may do
is serve her soul on a dish
and yet no one would pity her state
they will shrug and look away
The woman i see is anxious
and subdued
living her life for others
Dying everyday,silently
Who cares for her life?...Nobody
Who sees her distress?...Nobody
