her jet black eyes , opened for a glimpse of the world/
she walked down the stairs , vermilion smeared on her forhead,
so bright were her eyes,in happiness? or anger instead?
her hair disheveled , her eyes laden with hatred.
too tired to resist her hearts desires
too deep beneath the funeral pyre
to be in pain, to be in fear
to be the one to always hear.
her arms full of oozing blood, her veins bursting in pain
her body ached , her vagina no more chaste,
her shame would be washed in tonight's rain.
with hope filled in her heart , and revenge in her mind
she would rise tonight , to let her being unwind
to be her at last , to be her own forever
she looked up at the setting sun, blazing its last glory
she waited for the rain to wash away her fears
to let her relive and revive what is hers
she closed her eyes , no tears would fall now
her khohl eyes would exudE only the fiery sun
her heart knew its mind tonight,her being was her own at last
