the torn heart

NafisaSB

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

  • Author: safina (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 7th, 2024 00:31
  • Comment from author about the poem: a work of fiction
  • Category: Fantasy
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