The secret was her's
Buried permanently;
She had conceived
And received
A priceless gift
To call her own
Without ever measuring
The windfall gain.
Destiny had a different plan
Blood soaked petticoat
Mocked her loss
Pain numbed her
Yet lips remained sealed
It never revealed
The sordid state
It went through.
She jealously
Guarded her privacy
Without expecting
Any understanding,
Pity and sympathy.
In the tower of loneliness
She relived every moment
It was her Windfall gain.
@Binita Jha
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