A delicate crimson rose endures
The snow and winds of winter's grasp
And closes up and wilts a while
Until Summer sun it finds at last

In this world of unrighteousness
Where brutes and ogres' egos roam
And selfishness abounds like weeds
She exists in shattered form

With silent seething disilusion
And saddened, unrequited love
Maddened by the unjust acts
of those who advertized their “love”

A vain and self-indulgent god
Did sieze himself her mind and oath
Presiding as the demons do
In hidden acts pronounced as gross  

Enduring the madness of matriarchs
And the hostility of tribal gang
Where smiles of familial welcoming
Turned into savage, jealous fangs  

Yet though the bitterness seeps through
And anger permeates her skin
Sweet dignity she still retains
And devotion stll resides within

Her adornment incorruptible
Her spirit mild and resolute
Did not return evil for evil
But stood and conquered it with good

Happy is she who has endured
And in mild subjection did remain
Showing honour to a painful degree
To bring honour to Jehovah's name

And though she stumbled in despair
Yet withstood for righteous sake
Her loyalty, the beast could not sever
Nor divine concsience could he break

For like the rose at winter's end
That bears a striking sharpened thorn
Her petals still are soft and pure
And her soul with beauty still adorned

For the righteous one who sees all things
And whose love she yet retains
Will never for eternity forget
The love she showed for his great name

And should she reach out and beseech
And trust his salvation once again
She would know with certainty
He has never let go her hand


(For my precious daughter, Cheryl, who has been to hell and back)

It's strange the way I am
My name is always different to others
Ash, Ashlyn, Lyn.
I've been called other names, too.
******, Crazy, Insane, Wreck
Wrong, Right, Girl.
I mean..they're not wrong.
But I have a name you know.

I was once bullied
They didn't like me speak English
They imagined me to be arrogant.
They forced me into a hall
where poetry competition was on.
My first one ever.
They thought I would have an awakening
and stop speaking in English in the campus.
But I won that time
for the best poem of the year
I remember them vividly
with gratitude of course.

A painful memory is an ache forever,
In this ache my heart had to quiver
A world of peace I dreamt since ever,
I peep in past but stepped back never.

Survived in uncertainty, I chose to live,
Life's not to take, but so much to give.
Don't know, how long I want to survive,
However sin done on me, I must forgive.

In pain of loss I will live in a numbness,
In my ache, I'm dying of sun's darkness,
The burns I see in it, same as cruelness,
Of pity on the disability of my kindness.

Life of the one winged angels in dearth,
Is no less than the lost of souls on earth,
Ache of loss is same for lovers and both
The mother and dead child in her hearth.

The autumn of grieving leaves in silence,
They flutter in air to tell their presence,
But yellowness indicates the senescence,
Fall isn't a perception of death's presence.

I writhe in pain my poems speak now,
To this art I leave my honorable bow,
Let life have only the sorrows to show,
I'll make my hopeful smiles I'll borrow.

Unwell in mind, all shaken brain,
All my life I proved myself sane,
I'll want to die and may I'll maim,
But no more till I live, I'll be same.

I tried self-harm so far in depression,
Tired of a life in infinite suppression.
Bruised skin will leave it's impression,
Bleeding inside and dead in congestion.

My heart is limp and flaccid in pain,
My eyes seen the sorrow start to rain,
A life emerged from the sea of maim
I'm rotting inside but not the life chain.