The moon garbed in ivory hue, outstanding those clouds;
Finitely scarring the jet black sky.
Almost an inconspicuous plea buzzes around,
Forever scarring the hopeful cry.
Tears betray her scarlet eyes,
Her miserable soul shudders,
Although her world has come to a blight,
Yet not even a word of sympathy does anyone utter.
A silent moan escapes from her lips, but gets replaced with a bleep.
Her face now devoid of glee,
This incident still flashes in our mind, but we do nothing but just stand and see…
