Let her be. Or you'll lose her.

By Unknown -
It has been ages since I last wrote. And I have written one now. About time, right?

Let me make a remark on my poetry first, seeing that this is the first time that I have ever published a poem. Poetry, according to me, is a tool that can be summoned at will, at any place, any time be what the circumstance. And, this poem came up to me whilst sitting in a classroom watching my fellow students getting butchered in the hands of a teacher with naught to his honor.

                                                 Let her be. Or you'll lose her.
                                 
                                                   

                                               A poem of earnest once laid, She said;
                                                






                        I am the daughter of caprice, lawyer of malice; Intrepid like the valiant sea.





                            Trickle of contempt I foresee; A shackle of self doubt; Grew into clout
                    Of vindication spanning heaven abound; You'd feel anything but safe or sound




                            Sure as the most shrewd actor; Their compass running a different vector
                                             Of beings not benign; Neither cross nor divine
                             They lack a certain conviction; Contingent, building upon trepidation




                                   Greedy as the last hell hound; Infidelity their weapon, mound
                           Compared with the devil; Perhaps they could be civil;And grow out of trivia


                               For Asia; gave birth to Atlas, Prometheus,Menoetius and Epimetheus 
                     Who were warriors of glory;Take a cue, let a flurry; Of ruth flow through their veins




                                     Let go of her reins; Each bite that they take, she has to pay
                                         Let her be, I pray;For solicitors of the divine creation
                    They claim, demagogue; Cousins, and rogue;She was just representing herself






                                                        She pleaded not a house elf
                                          But dragged as she was; In front of justice's cause
                                  She was assaulted, molested, hanged; Harassed and harangued
                                             No they never got intimate but touch they did
                                            Her heart, her innards were twisted like a squid
                                  From the tongue that went unguarded; At her flair, that warded
                                            Off her assurance and Her yesterday's stance




                                                She was reduced to the smallest ghost
                                     Of soul, not a human could host; No, she would rise one day
                           She promised herself, to be merry and gay; Not the same daughter of malice
                                              Neither the lawyer of caprice.




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