a poem by Jayati

The poor soul could not revenge,
A cheating spouse
Manipulative sister-in-laws
Greedy conniving relatives;
Because of their plans
She now lives in this
Eying her massive wealth
Jewelleries, fat bank balance
They lose their good sense
Turn against,
Because of them
She has no exit!
Walk through
The jungle epitaph
Eerie silent solitude,
Rustle in the breeze
Whisper to her soul
“Fortitude Sheila Fortitude”
The gang of four
An additional more isolate her
Not find the need Sheila should breathe.
All because of avarice, her end, they conspire.