The Journey.

They say,

It's a solitary journey,

One comes alone,

And goes alone.

The baggage of deeds,

It is always there.

It would have been simple,

If that was it!

But that's never it.

The complicated web,

Of relations and emotions,

That makes us so weak,

Oh! They make life a wreck,

The deeds and actions,

Of those in relation,

Why they are intertwined.

Happy for progenies achievements,

Suffering for partners antics,

Why is there nobody for Me?

Is it, I am the weaker sex, I have to be for me.

Alone I may be,

But I do pay for the energies interlinked.

I am a woman I am me.