The damsel wants to dwell enwreathing the moana.
She bawls to the pain of her misery,
off-springs gave her no glee.
Woefully, truth is not a myth,
others don’t live their lives as it seems.
The planet is disconcerting, a mere domicile of her assailants,
the mucoid varmints are even now devouring her flesh.
She apprehends the arrival of dawn,
the hour invites the creature luring upon her destiny.
Captivated in the penumbra of desolation,
the complexion of her skin was defined, bruises.
The planet is disconcerting, a mere domicile of her assailants,
the mucoid varmints are even now devouring her flesh.
Unaware of the malice hidden in the veil of goodness,
wedlock; a mere combat zone, she despises it,
Mermaids learn soon that duke can be spiteful,
girls deluge, grasping for air, apprehending that it’s too
hard always to swim, and swim.
The planet is disconcerting, a mere domicile of her assailants,
the mucoid varmints are even now devouring her flesh.
She fancied to explore the planet,
breathe the fresh aroma of flowers and love,
her soul, her ardour was trapped inside the four corners.
She longed for tranquillity and peace,
hanging on the ceiling she last gasped.
All thy mercies O my God!
she dwells enwreathing the moana.
Ms. Shruti Agarwal is a second-year law student pursuing BA-LLB (hons) from St. Xavier’s University, Kolkata. She has presented papers in conferences, got published research papers and poetry in various journals.