All her desires, all dreams
Withered away with time,
And she was caught in Malady.

Her skin was like an autumn leaf,
and pale like a gulmohar,
and her hair like polyester strings.

She sat on her rocking chair,
While she welcomed the angel of death,
to come and take her soul.

Then she closed her eyes,
And breathed her last
And prepared to leave the sphere

Her pulse ceased,
and breath stopped,
And she expired.

© Wani_Aatirah