She's Again Out To Storms Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Today, she is out to distort herself
She, the postmodern girl, is up for sale
Disregarding the days, she runs after night
Confused to her cores, she sits unset.
Water in her eyes is upset
Fate fantasizes her existence
In God she believes
And to gods she goes
Ungodly her is after god!
Tears tell her truths
Yet she lies; logic befriends her
Nietzsche is still off to her
She would never understand 'why'
Nasty numbers nourish her
Rotten is her very right
Simple series is unakin to her
On the chessboard, she is the queen
Her moves too are operated
She is nowhere free
In the shadows of times, she hides herself
Hell hypnotizes her hearty hues
But the silly girl is to see heaven
Iconic lady leads a lamented life
The postmodern picks up her history
Her heritage is passionately packed out
Retouching her roots, she wakes once again
Once again she would have the whole world
Only the art could best historicize her!