She Holds Her Hand

She's sitting in the dark stairs,

Looking pale and feeble.

Too old to stand and stare.

She looks for every passer by

To fill her empty hand.

Everyone seems quite busy,

No time to sigh!

A lady who's pretty beautiful,

Stops by her side.

She holds her hand, seems dutiful.

Finds out her pain,

She turns out to be an empathic soul.

She listens, so painful yet can't howl.

There's no one to look after her,

Her only son has expired two days back.

An ailing old lady has turned off,

The city hospital demands her to pay

An amount to resume her treatment.

An ailing old lady takes shelter

In the dark stairs of a city.