A martyr of love

Waning seasons telltale

 her anticipation to 

worship him since ages.

She trudged the 

forbidden lands relentlessly

in search of fidelity.

 A cultural sin, blindly 

committed to glorify

her ominous hopes.

She endured the

 atrocities,confessing herself

as a convict of love.

As a vagabond,

restlessly nested 

from a perishing 

tree to another.

Unaware of her

conduct,masses warily

stoned her to death.

Embracing death as

a martyr of love,reborn 

invariably with vigor.







About Piusha

Futile writer,enjoys reading anything under sun.Still on a quest to find a new facet within me.
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