He worked on her slow,
Her innocence not knowing the blow!
The one for whom, love she gave,
Was a route for her to the grave!
Slowly, she withered…
She was nature’s most beautiful petal,
Her presence, oh, so gentle!
Pure like a dew drop,
Shining at the hilltop!
But slowly, she withered…
She kept the pain in her alive,
Coz it belonged to the one, she thought was her life!
Unable to behold, someone cried up to the God,
Unheard, for he was not a man, but a ‘foetus’ so odd!
And slowly, she withered…