Around the neck,
She wore a chain
Of slavery, of service
Lifetime free service.
On her lips,
She was asked to
Spread smile
Laughter, attracted by all.
Compelled to stop weeping
Before everyone
Before every favourite ones.
She visited the whole world.
She cooked every dish,
Favourite by everyone.
Her sleep was schedulized.
Even, her time of comforts too.
She lost her identity.
She lost all the charms.
Without attraction,
Without sense of security.
A free maid for everyone
For every guest.
That was her life,
Her painful married life.
Hina Shakeel
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