The Diary Of Old Women

There is a shanty where lived an old women with her copious heart in that sedum heaven.

Weaving woolen her only hobby

As there was no one to share her lobby.

Long ago they lived all together but tides of time took them away.

Every time she only desires of those phases, just to cherish memories of old days.

Keeping her sorrow buried in her heart in this crowded world all apart.

Loneliness dive deep into her thoughts and every time she extinguishes the fire of her scourge