From the Abyss
A radiant smile spreading cheers
has lost the dimple penetrating fine cheeks.
Dwindled memories of someone has
rooted deep into her veins.
She is forgotten like a stowed
Peafowl feather in the books of antiquity,
Her beautiful locks of curls
once tumbled above her face with grace
has fallen like maple leaves.
Those eyes beholding magic to allure
is upset without the tint of kohl.
She is pitched into the abyss of darkness;
her hollow eyes with tale of sadness
is disguised in an evilist vision
and always misjudged as rude and cruel;
May be one will seek her heart so pure,
breaking the walls made of yore.
Her smudged tears may be vanished with zephyr
Or will be burned of in her own fire.
Written by,
Rekha Antony
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