A GIFT...of destiny...

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