Yearning

Yearning

Behind those closed doors,

Sat a pretty, young girl,

Engrossed in her thoughts,

About the outside, wonderful world.

Her yearning to meet the world,

Increased with the passing hours,

And yet, no one approached,

To open her bolted tower.

Her yearning did not subside,

She was burning inside,

Just to get a glimpse,

Of her human tribe.

But when the door finally did open,

A pall of fear gripped her heart,

As her innocence was lost,

And her own world fell apart.

For nothing here matched with her imagination, 

It was a malicious, vicious jungle of division-

Sometimes in the pretext of state,

And sometimes, in the pretext of religion.

Now she wanted to retreat again,

Behind those very closed doors,

For her yearning had finally subsided,

For a world beautiful no more.