She stood all alone,
Like a burning candle,
Looking for solace,
On the edge,
Of her own melting wax,
Sliding down freezing,
Even before they land..
She was a river,
Off her course,
Quenching barren lands,
Oblivious of her shore,
Drying out slowly under,
The sun of her own abhor..
She lost herself,
Like a drop of vinegar,
In an ocean of honey,
She became too sweet,
For the sour of her agony,
Knocked the door twice,
She hears no one coming..
She became the mother,
Of her tiny thousand tykes,
Counting them one by one,
In ebony night sky,
Syncing the moonlight,
with twinkle of her eyes..
Looking down below,
She found a steel tower,
Wondering how it would feel,
If she falls down,
Looking up above,
from the steel tower,
She realised, she has already fallen,
Falling into the abyss of her crown...
