Miss Body Poem by Shishir kant

Dissension and discord between two bodies is not suitable
For mortal instruments smile is better than hattered heart
Fragmented body, fragmented soul in modern role
We left to weep at our own costume with specific goal
No murmur, no mourners are gathered at my place
For we know nothing but clash, without past and future flash
We know not our path and successors wrath
Some curse and some bless but curse more than bless
They will curse to us for our deeds and healthy flesh Shelia, I know you are only simple and mere player
But the role you are doing is almost critical and clear
Our three immodest and unfortunate traveller is the cause of disaster
I know your only fault but what can I do before these immodest master?
The war is over, the bail is over, the tragedy is over
With the disaster of some immodest masters the game is over
The master of this crime has deceased in morning sunshine
The crime has placed itself in bottles of wine.
Miss Body turned her face from that disastrous case
Only son and daughters have left to weep at the disastrous face
They were crying for that gloomy enclosed space.