“My soul is still pure”

She sat on the porch

Lost in her childhood memories

Her beautiful face; her appealing eyes

All that had vanished with time…

She fairly remembers the day

The moment she wanted to escape

She could feel inside that veil

The infinite sufferings and pain

God had destined her life,

Beauty was no more her pride

She was sold for a petty amount

Beauty was no more her crown

With agony and pain buried inside

She has become oblivious with time;

Mirror now reflects her age  

Her grace and beauty finds no place

Now, she is left alone

Searching her way in disgrace

Sitting with her naked body; pleading

“My soul is still pure”

“Listen, My soul is still pure”