In the woods a well-hidden secret is kept
Crooning the words alight of a defect
Even the memories are gruesome to the heart
Walls were built to keep the memories in past
We shout, cry, bawl, and whine
Nothing prepares us for the reality check
Looking for the meaning in the sea of dead
We think it is easier in our mind
Though tad difficult the real life is not that kind
Crumbling in mud is no way going to help
Rising from flame is a fable of west
Take a stick and then take a stand
Affirmation to thoughts before running blank
I heed to the day as natural law guides
Vengeance is a contaminated moot
And it’s not so easy to kill and bite
An Indian Princess 