In the heart of Fatum’s maze,
She strives for a soulless life.
Blackened days and dirtied nights-
With a gift of wretched destiny.
No voice, no sigh,
Screaming, her silent shouts-
All echo in Night’s glade,
With a gift of wretched destiny.
A flower in a bouquet,
Petals plucked in delicacy.
Life is now an empty dream,
With a gift of wretched destiny.
Spent and tarnished, a slave of fate
Forced to lend herself to all.
Weaving a soiled tapestry of life,
With a gift of wretched destiny.
Suffocated in this blissful world.
Used yet savoured by vultures around.
Bearing the silent suffering of mortality,
With a gift of wretched destiny.
Beads of innocence brimming in eyes,
Camouflaged by a smile of self-pity.
Languished in life, chained to pain,
With a gift of wretched destiny.
-VAISAKHI MISHRA
