Path Of Vile

There stood a soul so young and tender!

Years she traveled not much,

But she learned things beyond her age and colder!

Not the ones knew her could bear as such!

Staggered, but walked cold feet with none to hold,

Spared to even the slightest.

Now she stands in silence and bitter cold...

Her thoughts not heard but far to the highest!

A long path yet to be traveled, in ardour she begets...

Her forlorn past heavy to carry within,

Tears that swept away were only her regrets.

Yet none bothered her high chin!

There she stands among you...

Arched chin a pleasant smile!

Concealed everything to deceive as one among you!

Young and alive still walking the path of life so vile!