A Mourn Poem by yamini peethambaran

Lovelorn stood she
Lovelace he stood beside
Twines of parvenu blinded her
pastiche her cycle rolled
perdition was vital.

Expurgate her thoughts- she commanded
Nay responded diddle the lad-
The last sign of his, she was howling.
Incessant flow of blood;
Unblemished lad retreated.

She gasped with untenable claims
Gestures of bloodties were unscrupulous,
Am I a villein? she was vindictive
Was it the loss or gain she's mourning
A virago unseen nay in the world before.