She let her life fly away ...

She looked into the water at the face she always groomed,

But only noticed blood in her blue eyes; the blood of her fresh wound.

Every bright day from then introduced a new suffering in her dainty life,

And every new face she saw mocked her when she wandered in her lonely strife.

She wished to fly to that haunted monastery up the hill,

Where thousands of laburnum trees flourished ready to kill.

Just a little seed of theirs would salvage her from all pain

And her wish would get materialised of never seeing this cruel world again.

There was a man whom she had loved with a very sincere heart,

His feel always made her chirrup like an innocent lovely little lark.

It was he with whom she had always been lavender and lurid,

And it was only he, who was reponsible for her turning ever putrid.

She defied everybody to love him; she left everyone for him,

The light of her faith was gaudy, she never allowed it to dim.

She approached him with open arms and surrendered herself,

He accepted her merrily. The clock tolled twelve.

She lived the dream she adored every night,

The man she loved was always infront of her sight.

She radiated happiness through her translucent pale skin

Whenever she kissed him and he acknowledged that love with a grin.

After a month or two she discovered that she was about to become a mother,

She rushed to him with joy, on the way floating in air like a free feather.

She told him everything excitedly and said that now they should get married,

So that the little baby gets his identity in the world whom she carried.

The next morning when she woke up, she couldn't find her lover,

He left her alone to face the world with ofcourse, her tiny nudger.

She collapsed instantly on the floor, bereft of a person who could understand her.

She wanted to cry but the shock was so pronounced that even a word she couldn't utter.

She was devoid of any aid; she couldn't return to those people whom she had left,

But she needed a shoulder on which all her pain she could rest.

The one who was the essential emollient substance for her existence

Was responsible for her misery, her abandoned child and for all her grimace.

She wanted to save her child but she couldn't search any way,

Nothing seemed to have color for her, all she could see was a dirty shade of grey.

It was then she decided not to see any other rueful day,

Her 'nudger' was also killed when she let her life fly away...