Poem 6 "Girl"

She was all set to fire
the oceans with her bold voice
but oh my world why you are not wise
And killed her thrice.

For the desert began to rain,
And the world went in vain
For the pain,
Which has again
Tangled and make her
Fit into a precise bangle.

Oh the lord dont be so miser,
Treat her little wiser.
For the human carrier,
Visit her grave and be in  a barrier.
For the lost summers,
And the taunting winter.

Set her with lilly,
For she was a little silly.
But why was betrayed ,
As her heart was so straight.

Will you come to meet me
Asked the pride,
Answered the grave deep inside
"This world is a crave
For woman it is a maize"
If you are a guilty
Next time be a little witty.

So , the voice went straving
For the nature began to harming
The sounds became louder
And she went into a holded ardour.

Live in peace my child
Outraged the baffled life.