Out of the conscience into the mind
Certain distraction the veil of time
Could have spoken the truth but words not honest
Little slit forming on a wall, Can it be broken?
Drapes covering head falling before the eyes
Difficult deduction to make everything a jaded find
Conquest is marched and promises are broken
To shed a tear a colossal opportunity is stolen
And timid is her stance as wheel of time started to churn
In cacophony of thoughts she found answers to all her question
Though many questions in her mind were still unanswered
Sheath of her skin too thick to mind anyone’s attention
Forgotten are smug jilted words of control
Now she controls the time when the veil is to be put on
An Indian Princess 