My poem

A WOMAN OF VALUES


She is a sign
Of the Dravidian beauty
Her words sounded the culture.
Her beautiful eyes
Showed the flow
Of many unseen things.
Though her eyes reflected
Her crying heart
Which was torn by
Many hard-hearted minds
Which are not touched
By any human feelings,
Her calm smile covered it.
Others were carried away
By her lovely talents.
She was the pot of love,
Though she served others
With her warm love
No one returned it.
Music and dance
Wiped her tears,
Her devotion filled
Her heart with peace.
She was not a mother,
But maternal feelings
Were deep in her blood.
Her hands were extended
To pour mercy
Which saved many,
But she was deserted
By the cruel nature of fate.
Her painful death
Took her charm away,
She was like
A pathetic bird
Without feathers.
Every eye wept
At that cruel sight.
She,the woman of values
Will remain
As a heart breaking memory.

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