The Rise and Fall of Beth

(c) Shilpa Sandesh

Life takes a thousand turns,
It’s a turbulent ride,
Beth’s ride,
Where her life descends,
Bleeding down,
To the deepest depths;
Her hysterical cries
Are unheard,
Tears roll down,
For no illusive reasons;
She smiles with wet eyes,
Laughs with sobs,
Her breach, She Loved!

A brave heart he is,
He loved with promises,
And conditions as well,
Beth accepted all for his love;
Was that her assumption or her faith,
That Love would change
His conditions that be?

That her love
Would change his conditions of loving!
That was her faith!

“I accept all Oh my Spartan!
Just Love me till the very end,
You have been the ray of Hope,
The sole solace,
In my rotten moments,
Leave me not,
Or I would give up forever,
Oh my gallant love,
Be with me forever!” She said;

And one fine night,
Her Trojan calls,
“Disloyal I can’t be,
To the one who bore me,
I love you,
In the next birth,
You would be mine;
But I break today,
All ties with you,
Beth, don’t trouble me more!”

Ah! And Beth is occupied,
She is hustling,
Working diligently,
Not to miss on any piece,
Of her shattered self,
Unsettled and fidgety she is,
Fretfully caucusing her
Her fragmented soul!
She is crippled,
Smashed and shattered,

Beth is inconsolable!
Life doesn't fascinate her anymore,
It’s intriguing, it’s at stake;
The enthusiasm to live,
And to breath,
She has lost!
Beth now awaits,
For her breaths to last!
Beth is fallen at last!





  



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