It is easier to resonate with this thought because more often than not we see the same around. Days fade away and so does she, first under the vice of being the pride of her family and then of the others. It’ s not the burden but the onus we bestow her with, we ensure that she crumbles just too well underneath.
We ensure she gives all that she has and a little more that she is blessed with. When all of it is over we still try to dig deeper hoping to find something. But all that we find is dirt in our hands, for she is not someone who would keep things to herself. She was born a giver and a giver she stands, for she is not the one to withdraw from her own banks.
She gives away smiling all that you ask, she does it so that you could go ahead and make your mark. She is given different names and she adorns them all. For some she is a daughter, for some a mother, a sister, a wife, she is the best gift of life. She is all that and more, but above all, she is a woman with a beautiful soul.