I sit with her in utmost calm
In a balmy evening with delirious charm
No thrashing, no bashing, no calling names
Gone was the spirit that held no norm
Untamed and wild, she hovered above us all
Pushing and probing, screaming the call
Her voice echoed clear, laden with her choice
Perhaps this was too much to bear for them all
Then began by interrupting, charging at her words
Cutting her voice to make sure she remain unheard
She fought to speak, to remain afloat
But it wasn’t her life that they wanted, rather her words- her soul
Abducted words and confidence dim
Left her apparently fine but broken from with in
Gone is her energy, her vigour and passion
What’s left now is a passive mind with dreams in factions
