She sat  silently weeping
weeping uncontrollably in a world of  tears,
where tears mean nothing to the heart of men,
where tears  and sorrows are but
a common place sight in our world
A  world  that provides no solace  for a grieved  soul
but gives sour taste to the seemingly happy mind.
A world of heartlessness where man is but
his own injury.
A world where the residential  palace of
Lucifer  is the evil heart of men.
In this world , she sat silently
sobbing  for the pain of her widowhood
and for the untold hardship of her family.
No one looks at her though she deserves pity.
The culture is her undoing.