The Throes Untold....
(c) Shilpa Sandesh Jaded and irked, With a trapped wrath, The fragments of hurt, Bombarding within, Breached is the dignity, The agony, like a volcano, Waiting to erupt; She was born a flower, And fights the thorns, The exasperation stays, And ache sways, She scuffles the isolation, A pathetic state, Of oppression and forlorn, Staggering and prodigious, They would be forevermore , The throes untold!