An Equipped Woman

A woman with bridal attire

Gleaming widowhood later.

Starving belly with two child

Curtain the appetite it becomes mild. 

Hovering burden upon the hoar head

With a bow an exquisite smile on face.

No hood to hide his face now

No more shy left beneath the hood.

Thinks of her golden tiara

Now hanging under the sun.

Suggests her charm earlier

Now exists with a tiara of burden.

Garments are now ought to be sell

Which could have been her bridal emblem.

Everything sold out except her cell

Yet standing alone with exquisite pain.

Couple of heirs which she has

Which on she costs to manufacture.

The two are now equipped to a white dove

And yet to declare her glory of stature.