Along the curved lines set by her
I have either agreed or disagreed
She could move on with her life
With hard work and sweat of bead.
She shoved me in utter disdain
I fought like an age-old animal
Depression, disgust or disagreement
Her performance was painfully dismal.
I was afraid to ask but told her anyway
Who has thrown you out?-oh! My dear.
Eyes settled on her rocky home life
She went on smiling through her tears.
She was pretty, poised and devastating
What did you mean? She was in rage
She pondered, leaned and whispered
Bring back me- the ultimate change.
I have seen the dark shaded painting
Broken images were clinging each other
For all her angelic innocence, she stepped in
Cried and yelled -you ought to be there.