If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have
Cared about this munden world.
She was like the mystical creation —
Trapped inside a dark terrain.
The kingdom for which was the chaos;
She took the burden of all deaths.
She was tied and left. And left there
In the dark nook, she lied for the time
To fade. The rope — tightened to her
Throat, and scars bedeviled her spine.
And overlooking eyes loathed but couldn't
Comprehend the hidden world. And when
Lices scoffed her down; she...