A free verse.
|She held Her tightly to her bosom with ardent passion.
Tears trickling down her pretty face, making a living corpse.
Hope buried in the macabre grave of animate being,
To portend a doom that is invincible and grisly.
She now remains a cadaver of her past sweet memories,
Long lost in the sea waves lashing upon the shore and gritting
Sandstones and pebbles with an unbridled frenzy of rage,
Sweeping off the once foamy , gentle ripples in abyss.
His mighty hands grabbed her so tightly that she tried hard to
Wrench from the writhing pain and deepest agony entwining
Her to a pall of dismal despondence, enshrouding her
With a bouquet of innumerable black roses smiling.
Black roses wave at her and welcomes her with open hands.
They entice her to a kingdom full of darkness, a sheet
Of utter blackness, a canopy of sheer despair that
Happiness is afraid to enter or amble in front.
Laughter and chuckles of yesteryears are only a vain
Staunch , remaining standstill and as innocent as a lamb,
Fragile and brittle like a glass , low and inaudible
Like the soft coos of the doves perched in their olive branches.
Her body limp from the necrotizing disease that sucks
Her life-blood and guzzles her life-drink thus enfeebling her.
She makes a last plight to ‘ live once again’ as He strides with
A fast pace toward her ushering her to that cradle.
A heavy sigh she heaves as her head drops and her body
Slouches in an imbalanced way as she waddles with small,
Light steps to that ultimate , deadly , final destination,
She pauses for a while but she has nothing to turn back.