Penniless
Poetess- Mona Singh

The Time when left her side,

She couldn’t think excepting the jibes.

The Sky above,

Lilac in its Character;

Disagreed to color her Gesture,

Defeated in her Effort;

Implored the White Lamp,

To get the seven Hues to burst.

In the midst of the Blue Blanket Nap,

However, what she craved for-

Was not yet served to her,

Palpitations of her four chambers;

Hankered never after relinquishment,

For they were the only Harbingers;

Of her Heart’s Long-Lived Embellishment.

And it keeps beating saying,

“This Time isn’t mine…..

Because now I’ve lost all my Dime-

Now I’ve lost all my Dime.

Editor’s Note: Life can be complicated, it might make you feel penniless too. But it’s just in the day- this too shall pass. Don’t fret too much, try to find a new direction, instead.