A Chaste Woman's Death Poem by Nalini Jyotsana Chaturvedi

And she died
A. Chaste woman
In her character
And her deeds
Lied the family honour
A proof of her breed

It's was bad
To think of sex
To feel the needs
She should have lacked

Love was always
Same as lust
In male gender
Never trust

Praised like goddess
She could not bow
To carnal pleasures
A rule for sure

To be lifeless
Like a doll
A perfect mannequin
In the stall

So why are you surprised
By her premature demise
For her spirit had long been gone
What remained was shell and hide

Her chastity and modesty
Defined her place, her identity
So when she felt the throb
Of her heart, the rush of warm blood
She knew it was her time
To just depart