their body and soul
like candle and flame
incongruously on fire
a spirit live wire ,
breaking the bars of
a prison cell with pliers
still held in incredulous
quagmire birth to death
womanhood a satire
conjoined to a mans soul
who treats her like a
commodity he never tires
incomplete dreams he sires
once she sat indomitable
in the fiery flames with her
dead husbands lifeless corpse
on a pyre ..dreams aborted
life and times of a bride in
a widows attire ,,
times have changed
but a woman is a woman
even her memory a poem
inspires ...i wont deny her
