Memories act like the left shadow..
Everything is broken now, She is a widow...
Her four walled room acts like a jailer's cell..
She is a sad moron living in a dumped dark well..
Now, the time has crossed when she knew it's limit..
The body is living, Her soul has quit..
The fire gave the last remembrance as ashes..
The story was called off like other cases..
The white will now act as the symbol for peace..
The body lives with no little ease.
She used to hav a streak of red..
Even that also, the almighty has washed it out of her head..
The only thing which remains is there in her womb...
That creation, also she feels to explode like a bomb..
Her cry, her pain will no longer will have any stake..
Her life will no longer accelerate, it has been put on a permanant brake...
She is silent, She is numb..
She has no answer for why she has been dumb..
She checks out for the time in the clock..
But she finds, even the clock's second stick is lock..
What a game the god has played with her...
She is now under the soil like a ginger.
The world gives her consolence and motives her to move on..
But she still searches for the answer to live without the person for whom she lived, now has gone...
