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Common link
We stood crammed inside the bus shelter
driven into it by the pouring rain.
Four different women;
varying nationalities engraved on the features,
different languages, cultures and beliefs...
All stood inside the confined space
like arrows in a quiver.
A stroller showed up
pushed by a very young woman,
and hesitated at the packed shelter.
pushed by a very young woman,
and hesitated at the packed shelter.
We squeezed in, making room
for her crying child in the inner corner.
for her crying child in the inner corner.
Protected from nature's fury
she uttered an expressive 'thanks'.
We are different;
our men...our lifestyles...
but one similarity connects -
our pains!
our pains!