In the coat of Time,
Often feelings are found.
Changing position constantly
Not taking any heed of ambiance.
Glory or castigation
Affect or touch it least.
Untrodden the track is
No starting no ending visible.
Still, the journey is on.
Heavenward or hellward
Hardly matters.
So similar it is
To the life of any woman.
Unpredictable is her suffering
With loads of burden and chains
To crush her strength to dust.
Won't allow death to take over
But, constantly move on
Carrying her own bundle of flesh.