Neither a silent woman
Nor is she, an arrogant one!
But the voice from within
Now like a thunderbolt that has hit in!
The once stronger and active vein
Now shivers out of the disturbed reign
For despite her flaws, she remains the Queen
In the castle of her journey’s pain and gain
Which has now made her lean
And fragmented her kingdom’s lane!
Suffocating her every single moment
Whenever she tries to comment,
Creating a war within her heart
Which she is fighting to go straight or not!
The hands that caressed her have now become hot
Making her heart untie those beloved knot
The phase of my life proving Shakespeare’s words that
‘The hell is empty and all the devils are here’!