Here is a story of a woman

Back off - don't judge

As you are not her

You won't stand a chance with such a treacherous life 

You will fall down like a crippled broken kite

This is a story of a strong woman I know

Well in her sixties, weak and tired now

All her life she did things for others

And never raised her hand or raised her voice 

This woman got married and had few dreams of her own

And all she got was a broken empty pot 

She tolerated abuse as a part of her life

She did it for her kids- like a soldier in heart

She worked relentlessly at home and outside 

And now you ask why she didn't go her own separate ways

Would you have done the same with two kids in your lap

Or you would have sacrificed your happiness and stayed

She raised good kids without much of anyone's help

And at that time all you showed was an occasional Pity 

Now you shame her and make her feel guilty

As you expect more from this woman as her "duty"

 

You , her own society didn't care that time

Not a single one came forward and gave her a helping hand

Her life treated her as a worn out throw rug

And she bowed and never stood with her voice all along

And now she is a dependent "child"

Who is trained to ask permission for everything that she does

And to fulfill others needs now, you need some strength

And that strength was slowly taken away from her

So if you never helped then, then don't ask for more now

And keep your judgments solely to yourselves

As you are not as strong as she was once 

As you won't endure a thing that she did for others sake

praj101