Sunday, 3 September 2017

The directions


The sand was draining
She couldn't save the time
Still she did...

She took off her veil
Stood without a shade
Explained them for so long
Finaly East and West approved...

She walked across the sands
Hurted with sun burns
Brought out her reasons to them
Finaly North and South approved...

Neither energy nor words remained
Satisfied of proving, she rested for a while
Out of nowhere they arose...

Questioning her genuineness
Questioning her outlook
Questioning her courage
The arrows stabbed her to a state
Worse than death, humiliation
The arrows which came from the eight directions... 

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