Unshackled, unbound

she sighed in pleasure, unshackled, unbound;
life awaited, for post misery; joy she had found.
She held her baby close, her heart aflutter
eyes closed, finally making sense of the clutter.
Free of abuse, rid of the sham of a marriage,
she stood up; erect, proud in carriage.
Yes! she had triumphed, had won this round.
She embraced, this new freedom found.
Life awaited for her & her baby in the womb;
A gay laugh escaped, helped her shed all her gloom.
Let the adventure begin, she said in a tone mild
I swear to protect you, she promised her child.
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About Sonal Singh

I believe that life is a repertoire of anecdotes. The various situations that we encounter, the many incidents of every day, the people we meet, our conversations with them; all make life a melange of tales. And, that is what I attempt to capture through my writing. My cooking is no different! It reflects my love for travel and my love for innovation. The kitchen is my happy place. So, even though by vocation I am a recruiter (www.rianplacements.com), by passion I am a writer, home chef and a hodophile.

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