The petal wilted,the life declined,
Cruel destiny laughed it’s nasty laughter.
The aura around turned dull and pale ,
The storm swooped low to kiss the dying maid.
Youth was stooping low to share the glowing embers,
The passing glory and the morning came..
The echo of parting, glowered in the valley
As he chanted the mantra of divine
to wash off the sins in the river of her tears.