The dusky beauty of the lady 'lone';
Is a sculpture of 'blood and bone...'
The eyes full of charcoal smoke
Nobody heard when last che spoke
The Dark dawn....the Dark hope...
The Black silk..have No Human milk......

The stamp of society..the nature's flight...
She is a product of Human Delight...
The Pain and Pleasure,is out of human measure.......
The bloody bangles ..The tortures of society....
Pain verses pleasure..Pleasure rules out of vicinity!!!
She is numb!! She is silent!!! She is the victim of her own beauty...

Still night after night she is performing her duty....!!!!

(Sookannya)