Her Wilderness Poem by Subarna Chakraborty

Her ivory hair fell onto her copper skin,
Her amber eyes shone with pride
When I asked her about the days
When she used to be a child.
Her curled lips stretched like a bow,
Drew some lines on her cheeks,
Quickly started her time machine
Into a world of velvet and silks.
Her tender eyes widened at some moments,
Sometimes they shrank in despair.
Her irrelevance to current belongings
Wasn't very rare.
She was born with a silver spoon,
Very unadored and shy.
Fully into her wilderness,
Little did she cry.
Holding some tiny hands, she roamed around the fields,
Narrow rivers and black ponds,
Under the shadows of giant trees.
However, she erased some details,
Or maybe she did so at her will.
Little record of her past four decades —
She may have wished to never feel.