She stood outside the closed door,
Shut on her face; the ensuing pain she couldn’t ignore.
She was filled with such deep hopelessness and woe,
Even tears refused to flow.
Her in-laws had thrown her out five years ago,
She couldn’t give them a son hurting their community ego. 
She had reconstructed her life; her past a mere echo.
It was now time to save her daughter from the predators’ ghetto.
They refused to give her custody of her daughter,
Said she’d be happier and better provided for with her father,
But she knew the ulterior motive was not so noble,
Her daughter would be a free domestic help like sad rubble.
But now, she was armed with ample proof in her little bag.
It was time to open the closed door again,
To free her daughter from cruel chains.