THE WOMAN

THE WOMAN

A Poem by Shweta Sunil

She existed
For all the colours that on her,were thrown
But as time pulled away,every hue and tone,
The vermilion she adorned,
Was the only one she had ever known.
She lived for the colours mostly unknown,
But all she learnt was the red on her crown.
For yet again,a soul was drowned
In the myth of the joy of all but own.

© 2017 Shweta Sunil


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True and powerful poetry.
"For yet again,a soul was drowned
In the myth of the joy of all but own."
It is sad when someone fade away to no-one. Thank you Shweta for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Shweta Sunil

4 Years Ago

I'm glad you liked it :)Thanks :)
Coyote Poetry

4 Years Ago

I did enjoy your work today and you are welcome.

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Shweta Sunil
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Bangalore, India



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