The 3 women

Ladies plump in the middle of their empty lives
A scheduled life that is pure and white
From the times they wake up and the times they close their eyes
Time stays still from night to day
Washed colours blends by day to day
Husband leaves early in the hours and comes back dark at night
The slightest gossip would spread like fire
As nothing is more interesting than a fiery rumor
Amara saw her with another man said she
So I’ve heard! Replied her
Little did they know, she heard it all
For she was standing behind them
Feeling offended and deserted
And none will know, who is the victim of tomorrow’s rumor

-Silky