a poem by Mahendra

All that is written
Forced upon to be
She wanders facing lies
Submerged in conformality
The remorse so true
Tangible reality
Stitched so tight
Hidden in misery
Never mind love
Ignore your dreams
The curse is planed
A seed from serpent’s tree
Never I will see
all but those so few
without any color
She will follow as they do