Who looked like a princess as her hair would curl.
Her lips wore a smile and eyes happy tears.
And her face glowed white with no sign of fear!
Pretty and full, she had love-laden breasts,
And a lotus like bosom where her friend did rest.
Pinned on a wall, from the sketch she would peep,
And she looked life herself, this girl was deep.
Life’s sketch was perfect but long was its' day,
So as the stars started shining, it went to sleep away.
Not knowing of the noise of the death so dark,
That came from a distance but slowly grew sharp.
At the stretch of the night, wind brought along,
The clouds of death as the willow cried her song.
The sketch struggled to survive on the tall wall,
But while life was asleep, death took away all!
The wind tied the girl to the rope of doom,
That dragged her through sorrow till her face bore gloom.
All this while, the girl slept through the time,
And she woke up to a sun that didn’t seem to shine!
Something went wrong in that one night,
The sketch was the same but it didn’t feel right.
Her eyes, her lips, her face turned dim,
As her bosom felt shallow, she had lost him.
The wind took away, her friend in the night,
Life wept with her, in regret and fright.
Days passed by, and the life tried again,
To colour the girl’s sketch in joy’s name.
Even today they peep, the girl’s eyes from the wall,
Pretty like a princess, her hair do fall,
On her face that smiles, but devoid of bliss,
As she yearns to be with love whose dreams she does kiss!
Life still loves her girl and people admire the art,
While the girl stands numb with her love-forgotten heart!
16th March 2013
