Some tried to express their words in poem,
and few tried to say...
but I was so lost in the world of mine,
I couldn't understand their role in God's great play!
She took birth,
On this earth,
But unable to survive,
I tried to find out what had happen,
But her presence was torn by Hate's weapon,
She was a sweet bud...
Now running in the blood.
She had to face many hurds,
As wanted to fly with birds,
But her wings were scratched out,
Even before those could sprout.
As she was growing,
Her body was blowing...
As if set on fire,
For her living desire.
Now the time of wedlock,
When she turned 24 in age clock,
But her miseries had no end,
Her life to others hardly meant.
She waited for her love all life,
Now she will be some one's wife,
But had the curse of staying alive,
With no hope to survive.
But still...
She took birth,
On this earth,
Her identity is still unknown,
She is reaping the seeds sown...
A long time back...
When she was not born!
"Tarni"
