The Obvious Tale Of Lime

By Arpita Khavatakoppa

The story begins as once upon a time-

lived an angelic girl named Lime.

She was dark and had golden wings,

With sight that could connect heart’s springs.

Her hair as curly as tendrils-

Bouncing, dancing in melody and thrills.

Of course creating vibrant chaos,

And widening the gap of bias.

Her laughter brought vitality and sanity;

Her tears brought scorching shine and wind stormy.

One day something brutal and unfair-

Happened to her in the middle of the fare.

They held her tender limbs , cut away her soulful wings,

Stabbed her heart and burnt her hair.

‘Storm is all terrible air…

Rebel is a tiny heart’s dare!’

Said she and they gave ignorance a try;

She took her last breath with a dreadful screaming cry.

Which brought spring of their deed,

Undoubtedly they started to plead.

Bloody, brackish, fierce hellfire,

Consumed all beauty in it forever.

Her decaying body was blamed entire;

Now accursed is the place’s new attire

By Arpita Khavatakoppa