The Woman In The Box! Poem by Raghurama Raju

She sleeps there in the box right in front of our spacious house!
Chilly is the box like her mind though I'm not supposed to touch!
She was pretty, loving and caring!
Came from an ordinary family but loved our family so deep!
I want to run between the horizons,
beating my chest and crying!
I want to pull my hair out and tear out the magnificent dress I wear!
But I'm not supposed to do so!
I am a prince! My father is a king!
My grandma still wears a crown!
We are from a royal dynasty!
What to do with all these things?
When you can't touch your mom's corpse and cry aloud!