And she died
A. Chaste woman
In her character
And her deeds
Lied the family honour
A proof of her breed
It's was bad
To think of sex
To feel the needs
She should have lacked
Love was always
Same as lust
In male gender
Never trust
Praised like goddess
She could not bow
To carnal pleasures
A rule for sure
To be lifeless
Like a doll
A perfect mannequin
In the stall
So why are you surprised
By her premature demise
For her spirit had long been gone
What remained was shell and hide
Her chastity and modesty
Defined her place, her identity
So when she felt the throb
Of her heart, the rush of warm blood
She knew it was her time
To just depart
Thanks Mr Tiwari for encouraging. You are so perceptive Donnie...it scares me for sure
That was inspiring, sad, and sexual at the same time. The greatest writers give the reader the feeling that they feel at that very moment their writing.
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I would like to translate this poem
excellent write. great poem