Observe do I the nature of love,
as it renounces its pledged, winged dove.
Lustful Prince, oh mercies King,
Thou art one's life's spring,
Speaketh words a heart desires,
Never to fulfill loves yearning fires.
Ah! but thou cannot comprehend,
The deep desire, which was her intend.
Her heart did yearn for mercy not fame.
Yet, did she play the victim of innocence pain,
As she strode laboriously in vain.
Tis she who doth try to keep life sane.
Oh, mercy she pleadeth
Upon her soul's meanest,
Dispensing words of kindness,
When, no friend seemed smileth.
Yet, she doth smile upon in vain,
For life did not drive her insane.
By, Poet Shanika Marini Paul.From the collection of poems on Humanity,
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