Head hung low and covered face in a veil
The sunrise and sunset with no startling tale.
The unpromising life swinging on a thin thread
The moistened eyes with no tears to shed.
The notion of the utopian world went upside down
She is looked upon with scorn and frown
She has a vision of hopes and ambition
She has dreams, sparks and ignition
Until in a stormy night, the fairy tales ran out of sight.
Surrounded by air of the melancholy and unforgettable story
Ripped her off layer by layer in pain
The agitations and cries were all in vain.
Tossed her to the earth like a rag doll
Feasting their eyes upon her rise and fall
She was like a doll of ย her childhood days
When her brother would paint its face in mischievous ways.
Her soul and body were deeply shaken
But not a single one was awaken
She was dumped in a corner to die beneath the shady sky
The unhealed wounds fresh even when the time flies by.
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