She's Beaten... Poem by Rohan Sen

Not satisfied of earthty mirth
or proud of her human birth,
she seeks the uninhabited space
blending turmoil and solace

Not one to be stymied
she has learnt to rhapsodise
days of her passing with
lyrics that unsympathize..
and words that gnaw and gormandize.

In her pain which she chooses,
the life strangled out oozes
forming wet quicksand empowered
to swallow, she is devoured.

Thus she lives out day and night
taking pain to another form,
where the body is forever fevered
by the heat of her conscience warm

A conscience that she has gripped
and forced to forever yield
and send her ownself to burn
under His Justice Sun, in the scorching field

Waiting just once to use
the earth as stepping stone
die to live, forever as the soul
exuding a life of flesh and bone.