I roam around my Palace
Wearing a satin net gown
Denizens say I am a ghost
I haunt my palace
I don't comply
I am as vivacious as any of them
I am now the local folklore
Children tremor by the name of me
But what really am I?
A work of fiction for some
A forgotten heiress for few
A daunting ghost for others
For they never tried for real
To know me, To see me, To feel me
They coronated me with vague apocryphal
I was once with desires
Yearned to be bequeathed with love
Would have returned it in sevenfold
Loner was what they called me
Wretched woman, Witch,
wreck, impertinent among others
Since I was the one against norms
Got the acknowledgement of none
Became a ghost when alive
Never got the warmth of a hug
Or the bewitching touch of a kiss
Chaste as they make you
Spent my senile days in solitude
Without a counterpart
I took depart
With no recollections of leaving the earthly hallows
I roam around my palace
Wearing a satin net gown...
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Vent To My Heart
PoetryI started writing to vent out my deep emotions. For me a poem is something that can never be subjective, it's always up for interpretations. When you get overwhelmed or happy or sad or anxious you can always opt for writing poems like I did and do...
