She Poem by Mamata Bhatt

Maria trusted him than her memory,
Had she been alright she would not e-mailed you to come to see her,
You can treat the way you want to,
Nowdays she is resorted even someone vociferates her like a thunder,
She nearly dies had someone speaks and well behave her,

She has not chosen to be the way she is,
She doesn't fit in the world the way she is,
She calls when she loves someone,
Love could take her on Everest,
Love was not love but hemlock with painful memories,
Now she prays nothing with God.