She fell in love with him,
Against the world,against destiny.
He loved her too but with secrets hidden.
He loved her intensely but a restraint within.
A love child and many years later,
The beans were spilled.
Shocked to the core ,she wanted to be Sati on the pyre of love lost.
Burning herself alive in the fire of pain.
But she was forced to live ,beyond tolerance.
Devoid of love,with nothing but hatred in her heart.
Deciding never to trust or love again.
She burned herself ,immolated in flames of agony
To arise as a phoenix born out of ashes
To live a life without love and trust again.
*Sati was an ancient ritual of burning the widow alive along with the dead body of husband.
A deeply evocative piece that navigates deeper existential conundrums.
Thanks a lot Sir
A poignant,insightful literary work.
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Nice poem, beautifulness of painful life