Step by step the heels clicked on marble floor
Sailing through the lobby stoic vision in control
A door appears at the end of mysterious corridor
Did she dare to enter and again inhabit forlorn?
Behind the door is the verge of her solitary,
In the fest of life amongst people is her misery
She motions forward but is left immobile
Clamped in position undecided, an abomination to time
Manicured hand holds onto door knob
Still figuring out if its mind or heart that calls the shot
She breaks at the threshold swallowing her pride
Freedom in walls ,binding her body in gallant sigh
Scooping from her behind she holds on to the purse
She takes out a mirror and dab her eyes with thoughtful spur
Rogue lips, brown eyes both shuttered for anyone to realise
Evidence is the cuts inside her thighs
Will she make it out of her abusive youth to beautiful old life?
An Indian Princess 