Story Of A Poor Lady

A fair lady from heavens
Was sent to the earth
To poor parents she was born
No celebrations upon her birth!

Like an Angel she was pure
As docile as a gentle lady
To a short tempered mother
She was born to a poor daddy!

As creative as the creator
As magnificent as a starry night
Blessed with a melodious voice
She was beautiful, creative & bright!

Confined to the four walls
Pen and paper, colours and brush
All she had to express her desires
Before they were brutally crushed!

Friends with the moon and stars
She had high desires and big dreams
Ready to light the dark world
As radiant as the bright sun beams.

With thoughts as deep as
ocean
With aims as wide as the sky
She was the queen of her own world
A world where cupids freely fly!

Her soul shrieked for peace
She could not find solace
She never felt any belongingness
She never belonged to this place!

She wished she could fly away
This house was not her home
She wished she could be with the angels
These people were not her own!

Her smile was the best curve
Her eyes reflecting eternal pain
She never spoke her heart out
Her heart filled with desires insane!

The singer laments inside her
And the dancer collapsed to ground
She was vulnerable and fragile
She was free in her world yet bound!

Money became her worst enemy
He has a glittery face and crimson hands
With her unfulfilled desires
Like a beggar this fairy stands!

She cursed her fate and cried
Over the desires unfulfilled
She cursed the day she was born
That she was born so skilled!

From heavens she was sent to earth
Nobody ever knew her plight
Her restless soul decided to rest
She left for heavens one night!

But she was thrown back to earth
In the same rough bed she lied
She suffered the worst as a mortal
Until she killed herself and died!