My Fair Lady

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02/10/2016 by Siddiqui Fayesal

A Maiden of Desire,
Sublime and full of Trust,
From one Universe to
Another she floats.

Hankering a little at
Every bud
To satiate the fill
Of the deepening

A Maiden fresh, young and
Pristine, flies far
Away from the scenes
Of Glory.

She demands quiet and
Green; silence and pauses
That unravel untold

A Maiden of words, of
Those unheard and never
Learnt, walks the
Line between truth
And Honesty.

She slips a little on either
Sides, then closes her
Eyes and walks more

A Maiden’s voice, from
Deep beneath your hearts
Beating rhythms,
Beckons you towards
Something new.

She calls your name
With increasing pain,
But you’d rather lose
The voice
In the worldly hues.

The maiden, finally tired and
Broken, walks away while
You smell the
Dying roses.

The maiden, finally giving
Up, withers away while
The world poses.

Siddiqui F.

NB: At the CCD opposite Mahim Station. I had written the last two paragraphs at the same time, but realised I hadn’t put it up almost a month later on 25.10.2016. 

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