An old soul
Since long-long age
The old lady wrote in many page
about her feelings of being in cage
Till this day, the thought of slavery, provoked rage

She was beautiful as a lotus in the morning
Her voice was as sweet as the evening birds sing
Her character was as bright and colourful as landscapes in spring
But her entire life was changed because of the marriage ring

Now she is withered, old as the ancient tree
Her eyes became small, and nothing she could see
She was locked for ever, denied of the cage's key
And all there in the room was a diary, pencils and she

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