She walks alone

She walks alone the lonely lane
Tears rolling down her cheeks
Brightened by the rising sun
And those vying to let her go.

Chilled breeze of the winter morning
Playing with her unkempt hairs
Bind in a French braid by inexperienced hands
A day before.

Rosy pink lips, largely untouched
Sumptuous, curvaceous
Never got what they truly deserved
Tasting the salt of tears.

The light orange-cremish gown
Meant for high born ladies
but suits her so well, as if
She were one herself.

As she walks down the bridge road
With water flowing under her
and a gush of emotions through her
She has come to belief that this is the end of all
She has set forth, determined, to put an end
to this life of humility and disrespect.

Let there be light, let their be free will
Let there be life full of grace, smiles and care,
If not in this world than may be the other…

Anujshailgupt