Ages old story, with a new turn (poem)

Nani was unkind to bedridden nanaji,
and, he would let silent tears roll out.

Papa was indifferent to mama's pain,
and, mama continued to cook with hidden tears.

My husband spoke very derogatorily to me,
and, I kept on running inside the restroom to cry.

I used to categorize people as abusers or victims,
till, I seeked Thee and chose to transform into a healer.

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Aum Tat Sat (God is Truth)