Phoenix Poem by vijay menon

She is a simple lonely lady,
Living in a nondescript village
known as phoenix.
A pious lady
very few have seen her talk.

Her healed wounds;
have slowly started to crack.
Wounds soaked in pain.

Sadness, a gift from her beau,
Whom she reposed so much trust.
A lady with somber looks,
and a strange sobriquet
Pain and anguish;
Written clear on her brow.
A poignant state of mind.

Once a chirpy lady
Now silenced by fate,
She sits in her balcony
From dawn to dusk.

Watching blankly the
Spate of activities.
Near her vicinity
Sometimes she stands
With her arms akimbo.

Staring at passer-by
Never a smile on her face.
But at times,
tears trickle down
her plump checks.

That speaks volumes
Of her despair.