A Scared Fairy - Poem by Xelam Kan
Sweet and melodious as Homeric rhymes,
But had a life of tragedy prime.
Faraway from vanity
She was as sacred as Trinity.
In a harsh countryside
from a barbaric tribe;
She was like a wild rose
Deprived from her 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 been blessed often with fortune bad'.
In sobs and sigh-many a time
She had 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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