Veiled

By Angel Singh

To her in time's tapestry…

As you pass across the path,

Not made for thyself.

Do I appreciate you or disregard?

For the diverse never chosen.

It is passed down,

Your presence is mere.

In the cage thy exemption,

In the yard thy subjugation.

Asylum in thine view, 

You chose bane.

Yet far apart thyself's repentance lies,

And your cremains as it sheds away.

M'lady justified thyself's deed,

Yet overlooked by walls high.

Your immortal presence,

Has had the veil prostrating.

To her in time's reverie...

By Angel Singh