A Scared Fairy
Sweet and melodious as Homeric rhyme
But had a life of tragedy prime
Faraway from vanity
She was as sacred as Trinity.
In a harsh countryside
In a barbaric tribe
She was like a wild Rose,
Deprived from all repose.
What ail thee O! Fairy Queen?
Such woes and sorrow I had never seen.
Upon my plaintive query
At once her face got scary.
Since got conscious
Immersed into this life noxious
Never had a second of sweet willing,
Always been threatened of honor-killing.
'Neither joy nor certitude I had
But blessed often with fortune bad'.
In sobs and sigh-many a time-
She versed her past in melancholy rhymes.
Alone and distant as a polar star,
Helpless was I to wage a war,
And her wild wide scary eyes
Made my dreams full of cries.
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