Seeds of Sorrow

Her eyes swelled and swelled With bitter tears That lingered near... She stood there and not here Since she thought It was better to cry, than to try to fly Into the fantasies ought To have held on Rather, just watch and let go! Her knees fled free And rooted to the ground like a tree, Maybe it was just, for her to feel Nothing but sweet-dark shame Because she didn't strive for fame But rather, the pain of an unwanted seed In a husk- a navelled pouch... Her dry lips Foretold the cold-fire of distress That brisked much, more less Like a tale of Dorothy Clad in a red dress We guess... As said That she was graced in the right place But blessed in a wrong time With something else! Her mind Keeps bitter regret For it lives, never to forget Her raging calm-storm As she keeps fighting on While feeding on corn... And sees herself yawn, The more, she swore Not to kill the seed, that was yet to be born!