She was scarcely twenty one on the day the Reaper came. A writer of great promise; Toru Dutt was her name.
Bengali was her native tongue, but only just her first. She had conversed in German, written French and English verse.
Now she lay silent, dressed in white in the company of flowers. A shame it was a funeral pyre and not her wedding bower.
Her sister, overcome with grief, Her Parents both the same. Her sad eyed father lit the torch and consigned her to the flames.
How quickly did those flames consume the girl who lived to write. Her dust was carried on the winds from the sacrificial site.
The beauty of her verse endures and will preserve her name. That's all that could be salvaged of the maiden from the flames.
Toru Dutt was an Indian woman(1856-1877) who wrote two novels and a slender volume of well received poetry before her untimely death at age 21. Some of her verses are preserved right here at Hello-poetry.