Solitary Virgin

In a dark dim flashed wood a grim faced virgin stood

She stood; waiting... waiting... waiting !
She passed her days grim.. 

She passed her nights grim.. 

She passed her hours grim.. 

She passed her moments grim.. 

and she stood waiting...waiting...waiting !

Waiting; 

till the land kisses the sky 

till her galliard's steed neigh 

not an inch she swerved but stood, 

in a tyrant virulent mood !!! 

She stood; 

waiting...waiting...waiting !

Ah....! her countenance wrinkled 

hairs on her skin bristled 

never her layman came in wood 

till petrified in pathos she stood...!

- Intaj Malek 

Painting by Endre Penovác