I
Numb was the lady as she walks
Half drench my pen, even to talks:
Along her dazzling eyes with luminous glow,
But clutch its sorrow from the earth below.
Thus, emerge the glorious sun,
To reassure her saddest pun.
II
Still alone, my pen is burning to cry
It is a story, full of mine.
A true cup of tears not even tell the lie
Alas! Alas! Yet not entering into the case of thine
On the day which is full in motion
So haggard and humour be her caution.
III
Calm and palsy lady has some light
All I fear to be echoed like her,
With her lifeless toy, had she geared up to fight?
The unsocial type of little girl-
Oh! My voice would have reached its height-
I said: “Selina Allen, a lady should not be in wonderland".
IV
She heard an unknown whistle around
Full of unseen, unreal, unpredictable sound,
Beyond all young hearts, fixed their mighty soul
Yet, guts in thousand carvens snapped up that whole.
In her desolated tempest, with all its swell
Like Ancient queen needs to be fallen in spell.
V
Often this turned such a gentle sound,
Hopeless girl without any fear,
Darkness shines on when the sea of hope unbound
Upon the unheard melody she would fall all day.
As the warrior of love explains his will:
"Hath thou ever lost thine heart".

VI
No melancholic spirit like her history
As her stature gradually grew increasingly a mystery,
From the deepest shadows of death
Perhaps even taking to demon and witch's head.
And in an accent she did reply--
"Thou wilt be my worldly man, is it thou doth imply"?

VII
She walks in beautifully drenc'd
More handsome than anyone who engaged,
Worldly goddess bowed at her Sun-
These phantom proud for her genuine quest
After the fierce words, speaking with the poet -
"Selina Allen, wilt be at homeless wonderland".

© Sukanya Dutta