You could not cry...

You could not cry, when life sinned against your bed...for the tear deserted you after the deceitful pain...

You could not cry, for the book of your life was never written...You brought back those dreams, even though they did not wake to the call...

You could not cry...You, flower of the magnificent bouquet, poisoned every scent...even before that disfigurement the magic mirror bestowed upon youTHAT IMAGE YOU DID NOT RECOGNIZE...

You could not cry...You only stayed silent... silent, and strangely you began to laugh...You laughed at the abstract composition of a mad writer...Asking a “WHY”..OF THIS UGLY CANVAS NAMED “WOMAN”