Ode to A Friend

the wind blew and she heard the echoes

of the rustling leaves of the bamboos.

she touched herself, 'twas damp and cold

tears flowed down, she could barely hold.

then the rustle continued to echo

and the tears flowed and flowed

the soft heart felt hard and numb

it suddenly stopped beating like a drum.

then the body slowly descended

the knees gradually bended

nobody came and attended

the body whose life she ended.

it was the end of a life well-lived

of a woman whom you never heard

the battles she alone had conquered

will forever remain in her grave.