Walls seemed to close in, pockets were empty,
End of the tunnel she wondered if she’d ever see,
The soup had been thinned, how it seemed runny!
In endless chores she had herself buried.

The cracks in the roof yawned to spite,
Shadows across walls seemed to fight,
Days had transformed to endless nights,
And she fumbled to search for the lantern of light.

But just when she concluded her life was doomed,
And clouds of despair seemed to loom,
Her little one showed a picture of a woman with a crown, had captioned it ‘ My mom is strong’,
She’d drawn her mom in action –squashing roaches with a broomstick long,
She broke out with laughter and hugged her dear daughter,
Her sunshine of hope indeed gave her the reasons to stay stronger.

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