Desired she to shape herself As per the society's face. Accomplished one day she, her fancies. To celebrate her elysium, strolled In the garden she. Found Halfway through her felicity Surrounded by strange

The tender rose of her lips, transposed the colossal dark of my soul to splendor as they touched mine. The gentle sight of her eyes, deceased the immortal demons of my past to sleep, as they consorted

The blatherings of the wind Whistle, a meaning When it morphs her black hair. The tranquil of a flower Breathes, a beauty When it reposes her ear. The melody of the rain Drums, a song When she pirouettes

Late in monsoon of that year. A street light exposed silhouette of a woman. It charcoaled her shadow, pinned to her shoes, on the pavement. When it drizzled. The street light started to flicker and the