The Labor1 min 106 1 min 106
There was a tinge of sadness in her voice,
in her cries, in her moans;
as she labored on the murky street corner
against ravaged hopes and shattered dreams.
Her happiness knew no bounds,
the first time.
a life within life seemed aspirational.
As the aspiration pulsated and contracted,
she picked up colorful rags
to cover the bundle of joy
her tormented life had gifted her!