Abandoned Beauty Poem by Saba Sheikh

O forlorn beauty!
Neglected is your pretty face,

You lie upon the ground so cold;
Like fishes frozen in crystal lake;
Like leaves still clinging to trees, against the winters chill,

Upon the frozen stone you lie,
Breathing your last wishing you had a chance to live

Animals stir by,
Leaves fly,
But still you lie...

Until the time 'came stale,
When your face grew pale,

The vultures were gloating -
Your heart had stopped beating.