Nira’s Tale Of Love: I

A miser sleeping in a corner;

Her battered skin adorned her finer.

A distant bustling she heard;

Constant rumbling she feared.

The horizon of an alien land;

Who could breathe a second?

Loved once; was hated twice;

She lived once but died thrice?

When her smooth lips kissed them

She forgot the past cup’s brim.

Nights betrayed the lights;

Cries stole away her nights.