With face like a Rose, paradisiacal was the freshness of her mien,
The beauty that dribbled from her aura was seraphic and serene,
She was a thorough blend of beauty, innocence and elegance,
Her birth was like a phenomenon, once in blue moon occurrence.
He bought her in exchange of marriage vows, owner of every bit of her flesh,
He may enjoy himself or lease out to his friends in consideration of their women to relish,
He believed wife - swapping is a tool to keep the marriage adventurous and fresh,
Played with strange lasses, served his wife to his friends with wine like a sweet dish.
The first time her dignity got abraded, mirror of her innocence broke in to myriad pieces,
She'd never seen this pious bond burning on the pyre of such awful practices,
Nonplussed whether to deal with the trauma to be toyed with her husband's buddies,
Or the jealousy that hollowed her soul seeing her man in the arms of other ladies.
But the carousel of time moved with an enormous pace,
Soon she learned to cope with a enchanting smile and grace.
A major accident caused her husband bed - ridden for lifetime, got paralysed,
Repented, held her hands, crying profusely he apologised.
The crown of pride I had been wearing since I was born,
My dad called me a 'Rose', emerged to adorn,
Diffusing scents of my childhood through the petals of my enchanting smile,
I was made to believe that this Earth is a garth of flowers, exquisite and fragile,
But Alas! He forgot that the fate of flowers is to be crushed and tortured,
And they did traumatize my soul to the extent that it had long - back withered,
My body is just a cage of bones and the corpse of my soul has decayed,
Thus, the bars of my breaths needs to be broken so that the casket of my soul can be laid,
On the tranquil glaciers of cloud pacifying the agonizing ashes of my disrobed and ruptured body,
I need to visit the heavens to knock the door of the Almighty for justice, my tears wish to drop on his feet to awaken his fury.
The smiling charm swallowed hurricane of ordeals he was going through, Life wasn't fair enough, suicide failed, death betrayed him too, The person within him stumbled between the personalities' split, He knelt down to the situations that abraded his high-spirit.
Mystical fumes of dope pacified his agonizing emotions, All the pain sublimed, dispersed with the intoxicating smoke, Rings of puff, like a salve soothing the gash of exasperations, With drugged eyes, clogged throat and fragmented heart, breathed that bloke.
None could clip off the labyrinth of his ignorant attitude, The injection, smokes and pills, accompanied the moments of solitude, None other in this whole universe felt worthy to confide in, He battled hard to cope but was compelled to glide in.
They all cursed his existence, an utter failure he was, As he ceased to fetch a job despite being highly educated, A jobless man is seldom paid heed by any pretty lass, Cold arms of death provided the warmth he ever expected.
The noose of taunts of his own family strangled his soul, Sword of dejections lacerated his will power, disintegrated his determination, The blaze of betrayal ashed down his heart, taking a toll, Death being costly he couldn't afford, mortgaged his breaths to drug addiction.
When i dove deep in the ocean of my thoughts. To find an image of the most lovely teacher. I found numerous sparkling seashells and pearls, But the most appealing to my eyes was 'Mother''. Her sacrifices are huge & tremendous like all other, What makes her stand out is the firm will power. She somehow managed to get a convent shcool admission, Extra classes and tutions were still a big question. She worked hard to build her own vocabulary, She was my guide, my tutor , my dictionary. Bullies in the school tried their best to knock me down, My emotional healer though, would never let me drown. Her immense courage made me an independent daughter, I am an inspiring novel to which she is an amazing author. Her never-die attitude made me swim and reach off-shore, In a family where girls had never seen a school before. Still she guides, counsels and teaches me. The lesson ongoing is 'How a good mother to be'. I bow my head in due respect and salute her As my 'Favourite Teacher' tittle is still held by my MOTHER.