lady in sorrow

and the  raging rain won’t efface the eerie sight
engraved in her hurting heart

eastern wind,
tell her how she could deal with this enormous eagre 
in the evil spinning eddy
tell her how to eschew  the effigy from her evening  dream

this life  etches her memory, exacerbates her feeling

angel of hope,
help her to get her exultation back
let her eyes exude the sweetest  tears

if you can’t extenuate her  feeling  and
unable to extract the evening star
to replace this elegiac embitterment

please don’t turn a deaf ear to  this entreaty
yet don’t  even preach her to endure  the despotic destiny
just let her eat the elderberries that grow in the grove

and eventually,
on this escritoire she  writes the  evocative elegy
and tries to expunge certain names from the estuary of her  life
forever__