Neither, did I ask her name
nor did she;
We were strangers to each other
nevertheless, she gave a lot to me;
A place to sit at her humble home,
grins, laughter and warmth of a motherly soul;
Walking towards her
the sandstorm sounded
like the flapping wings
of an agile bird.
Sitting at the threshold of the hut,
A cup of chai for unwanted but welcomed guests was served
Her wrinkles were deep,
the smile was sweet,
at peace with herself
the aura gave comfort to me;
The eyes were calm like a silent sea
but deeper there was poverty;
A contented soul,
needy but a giver,
a woman after all
was she.
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