In the midst of a beautiful garden,
Overlooking the bright and joyous view,
Through the blue, gemmed eyes,
With elegance, stood the statue of a Lady.
The mist on the green grass,
The aroma of the flowers,
The chirping of the birds,
Perceiving them all, stood the statue of a Lady.
Starting from the fringe of the garden,
Ending at the feet of the statue,
Were laid the four folded pathways,
With a dream to traverse, stood the statue of a Lady.
The typical sound of the footsteps,
The frequent peal and jaunt of words,
Out of the mouth, kept the place lively,
Worriedly sensing them all, stood the statue of a Lady.
People from different domains,
With thoughts, both good and bad,
With the ebb and flow of sorrows,
Traversed the path, watching them, stood the statue of a Lady.
She saw the love behind the anger of a mother,
She saw the pain behind the sacrificed life of a man,
She saw the envy behind the praising lips,
She saw them all, the statue of a Lady.
The sound of an ear shattering boom,
Of the guns, and of the shriek of women,
The piercing wail of ambulances,
Painfully grasping them all, stood the statue of a Lady.
The strong stench of steaming blood,
Forced its way through her nasal cavity,
The murderous howl echoed dreadfully,
Stood all drenched in red, the statue of a Lady.
She felt a sense of fear, rose her heart beats,
Pale became her eyes, none to hear her cry,
Dark at night, they took her life,
Watching impotently, in rage, stood the statue of a Lady.
Wishing to work for a cause,
Wanting to live a life like dawn,
Desiring to sit on the cathedra of happiness,
But in panic, chose to stay still, the statue of a Lady.
The big picture of temper, spite,
Of voracity, hatred, and of evil will,
Is painted in the human form,
Thought so, the saddened soul of the statue of a Lady.
A world of peace and happiness,
Shattered by the will of ill-will,
Soaked it in the pool of blood,
Shielded fully, cognized the statue of a Lady.
All these marked the beginning of,
Days as dark as a dungeon and,
Nights encased in human wizardry,
In panic moaned the statue of a Lady.
Yet she believed to see the rise of goodness,
She dared to smile at the immoral roar,
She waited for the day of freedom,
She yearned for it, the statue of a Lady.
Despite the fall of good spirits,
A ray of hope shone through,
The heinous dark clouds,
As love, saw the statue of a Lady.
As a potion for the poisoned mind,
As a tonic for the healing heart,
As a cream on the baked fondness,
This is the vision of the statue of a Lady.