The Curse Poem by Shreej k.c

I beheld her bewildered
Calm, she gathered the torn pieces
each bit unfolded her kempt crevices
'may his head be crowned with success'
'his feet be kissed with riches'
'may beauty touch his heart with caress'
'stars shine for him, rainbow curves'
'may he live long, full - fledged serves'
All for I wish so not he deserves

Had she lost it uttering wishes for curses
not until she evinced seemingly arcane verses
'For the innocence he ever starves'
not for I wish so but he deserves