Vicious Cycle

She was respected for her grace
and loved for her charm.
She was lusted upon
for the treasures inborn.
Men would kill one another
for her attention,
even if a cursory glance.
But it didn’t matter to her,
there was only one for whom
her heart would dance…
the hermit who lived at the
edge of her kingdom,
devoted to his fellow men.
He could not give her
what she wanted,
the gift of his eternal love.
For the people who eyed her
he was bound to serve.
So much love around
but it all came to naught,
for each one was bound
to his own thought!

5 Comments Add yours

  1. Shruba says:

    Nice work! Like the internal cadence of the poem. 🖤

    Liked by 1 person

    1. A. Shruti says:

      Thanks Shruba! Glad you liked it.

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Mark Ryan says:

    Came together nicely!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. A. Shruti says:

      Thanks a lot Mark! Glad you liked the deviation. This might not have seen the light had it not been for your valuable input.


      1. Mark Ryan says:

        It’s all you, happy to see it live 🙂


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