It Was Her Soul

Agatha was 6 when her mom-dad left this world

She did not even know then, what is love...

So her sorrow and agony were unblared and curled

She simply watched the funeral of her parents, Mr. and Mrs.Dove.

Pity! - The only word that occupies my mind

When I think what Agatha's condition might have beem

She lost her parents forever,

And today she remembers only those dead faces which she had seen.

Agatha grew up alone and despondent,

She stayed with her step-mother who was rampacious

She tortured her a lot even for small reasons,

On the whole, her attitude towards Agatha was atrocious.

Agatha was shooed off to a Boarding School,

Where also, she had no one.

She could only stare the walls and the ceiling,

The lexicon of her life defined no word as 'fun' .

Agatha had an 8-months old sister,

Who also died because of malnutrition.

So, there was no one having the same blood as that of Agatha,

Her life cycled ahead slowly with friction.

Time changed for Agatha when she met Alen

He was the assisstent of the librarian.

They first met in the Library only,

And Agatha was attracted towards him because he was a libertarian.

With him Agatha stayed happy and safe.

Alen, too, was an orphan -

So they both knew what was the need for love, as,

'Love' would only prevent their lives from getting worsen.

But the helpless suffer the most.

They are the chickens who are always ready to roast.

Watching the love of Agatha and Alen,

Agatha's step-mom ordered the authorities to shoo Alen off - either to hell or heaven.

She locked up Agatha and kept her hungry,

What was her fault? Love is certainly not a matter to worry...

With time, Agatha became weak and sick,

If health is the wax of a candle, she became its burnt wick.

Colours started fading away from her life,

Desperate, she forgot God and only worshipped a knife.

Agatha never came across happiness or affection,

What she always felt was misery, torture and exasperation.

One day, God freed her from all her troubles.

All her pains vanished away like soap bubbles.

She DIED -

This was the only fortune she longed to see in her life.

We people are so lucky, I think.

We have never suffered any actual pain or ever lived on the brink.

We lose hope so easily when we lose,

Within seconds, we force all mirth within us to diffuse.

Dreams may die

But never ever cry.

This world has a lot to give,

Pick up a new dream - this is the true way to live.

I consider this was Agatha's fault.

She never visualised another way to live -

She only waited for that day when her life would hault,

Ultimately, it was her soul she had to give.