Middle Of The Night

Ishika Gautam

In the middle of this night,

She was beyond than being right,

Grilled along and dark and bright,

Crossing swords with her own fright,

Swearing the past, seeking the present,

Going through her last and final amend,


Voices of a man she heard,

Her graved father now whispered,

"I hath you, I died, you murdered Ma in your birth",

Said the father and she teared,

Tears of posioned eyes dripped on the floor,

While she continued praying for celestial door,


A peice of mirror what she assumed,

Her beauty reflecting her inmost wound,

The beauty others saw while she never felt being wooed,

Her innocence is still drunk and gloomed,

She asked question from her mirror,

Every second now seems dark for her,


Forced to choke the blood out,

Ready to die with a cursed shout,

Remorsed of every breath she breathed aloud,

Now seems to die with her own espouse,

Mirror of her beauty will choke her life,

Ashamed of her husband now came his wife,


"I died, indeed I did, for thy life I gave thou mine,

This universe may not choose thy time,

Certainly this is your time to shine",

Said her mother like a bride's toast of wine,

Her eyes filled with hopes to live,

A mother's love which she finally received.



  • Author: I.G. (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 15th, 2022 07:19
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • User favorite of this poem: FallenAngel1๐Ÿ•Š.
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  • FallenAngel1๐Ÿ•Š

    Absolutely beautifully penned. You write wise beyond your years. Bravo! Take a bow,it's your time to not just shine,but to shine so bright๐ŸŒŸand so you shall๐ŸŒŸโœŒ๏ธ๐ŸŒน

    • Ishika Gautam

      Thank you so much, your words are enough to motivate such poetesses like me๐ŸŒŸโœจ

      • FallenAngel1๐Ÿ•Š

        So happy to do so๐Ÿ˜œ

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