Her mood passed with the passing shower
It faded like the flower
Conspicuous in the bower
And she was upset no more
She was a trend-setter
A beautiful go-getter
Whom none could better
Yet Bound by Society’s fetter
Her heart had been torn
She was now all alone
And though she wanted to mourn
The pain had to be borne
She was captivated by him
And so - whenever she was with him
She drank life’s cup to the brim
But – the desertion left her grim
For her joy had been great
When she saw his portrait
But who could question fate
As it was now too late..
She was a passionate maid
Who had been waylaid
And the force of the blow
Hurt her to the core
Grief was lined on her brow
Her look was full of woe
As she took a vow
That she’d err no more.
What a sad fate
Through the tempting bait
What emptiness lay
Now on Life’s plate..
But it was useless to mope
while yet there was hope
to which one is bound
by life’s tight rope
and so she picked up again
the threads of her life
though sometimes the pain
seared her like a knife
and then she regained
her usual composure
she had experience gained
by the affair with the composer
and now once again
she is vivacious as a jay
but wisely she remembers
to keep desire at bay