Princess Without Throne
In her shabby palace of muddle,
she granted nobody.
She had no throne to rule,
yet she ruled nothingness.
Her tears never failed to entertain her,
though her music was a symphonic hum of cry.
She had bounless faith on her light,
yet the shadow grabbed her existence.
Her freedom had wings to fly high,
but the tyranny of luxuries weighed it down.
She was fettered by no religion,
yet culture oppressed the devotion.
She had intact bond with the universe,
but her kindness betrayed her belief.
Her soul always starved for love,
but the aroma of worldliness retricted her mind.
Warrior inside her battled every sensation,
but the traces lingered deep down the core.
Melancholy garnished her theme of life,
and the solitude never liberated her spirit.