A Virgin Lost In A City Of Joy Poem by BAL KRISHAN PANDITA

Look she is dressed in silk and gold
She wears her favorite diamond bangles
But her smile is waning
Her face is sullen like an ash
Her body is melting too
She is no longer her usual tall self
After a long-fought battle
She has finally accepted defeat
She has lost her longing to live
The sweet song has ended
The memory is overcrowded
Soon she will not stand of her own
And lie on a couch never to rise again
Each one of her kins will hide in some corner
And there sigh and shed their tears unheard
But who among them will sit beside her
And dare to say her farewell.