There she lay!

There she lay.
Beside the grave,
close to grave.
dozy, waiting for sleep,
but it tarries.

There she lay,
under the heat of the day,
and dampened by few at night.
The rain bathe.
The sun towels.

There she lay,
Close to grave.
Passers-by shake heads,filled with pity,
but pray for his return,
The biblical indigene of Samaria.

There she lay,
her cry reminds them
of their unploughed farms,
undeveloped sites,
and their hungry unborn babies.

There she lay,
reminiscing on the start of the journey,
the smooth road,
when it got rough,
what consequented her predicament?

There she lay,
thinking of the crops she planted,
the cost of ploughing,
and the expected harvest.
What an irony of life!