She drowned herself in the azure skies
And emerged from the cool placidity
Of the lake of her dreams and ties,
That charred her flesh and dignity.
The rippled waves ran over her skin,
Ravaging the very insides of her soul,
Plunging her in depths of sin,
Adding a new dimension to her role.
The barren soul was spotless white,
The eyes dimmed with sorrow and fright,
But in her heart, the steady light,
Lit her in flames, crimson bright.
© Jaspreet Mann