Conquest

Tough like a stone it was, icy in appearance 

As if all the emotions being depleted out

All the pleasure senses being hacked out

There she lied with a barren heart.

Hope being crippled

And the faith on love, attenuated

Like a livid dried petal of a flower, about to drop.

On spur of moment, came a caressing hand

Fondling the arid heart with love and care

But still the interrogating mind bewildered 

If it is credential or not?

Yet, this time his unconditional love

Conquered her heart....

And his balancing the unbalanced she

Conquered her soul....