I heard of a girl <br />With plain brown eyes <br />And oh! So plain her hair <br />Every place she used to go <br />No one seemed to care <br /> <br />As the seasons passed her by <br />And brought her to the age <br />All she sought was an admiring eye <br />To lend her heart a cage <br /> <br />Her desire grew and grew and grew and grew <br />She did not accept defeat <br />Alas! Her suitors were less than few <br />Her demands they could not meet <br /> <br />Thus, the story beings <br />As oft told to young girls <br />Desire unchecked, of greed sings <br />One’s life, to despair it hurls <br /> <br />She prayed and prayed and prayed and prayed <br />To God to make her fair <br />In milk and petals of roses she’d wade <br />Into the mirror she’d stare <br /> <br />At the onset of spring it happened <br />Like a rose blooming late <br />Uncountable suitors with cages to lend <br />On their knees began to wait <br /> <br />In that crowd she began to seek <br />A man full of might <br />Whose one look make her weak <br />Rid her of any fright <br /> <br />Her desire, none would fulfil <br />None would evn hear <br />They looked and looked and looked and looked still <br />None understood her fear <br /> <br />Many eyes she won by beauty and grace <br />Their hearts all so hollow <br />She feared time would first take her face <br />And then they would follow. <br /> <br />She sought a heart <br />That would care <br />Of her life be a part <br />Even if she weren’t fair <br /> <br />More seasons passed her by <br />A madwoman, she began to trace <br />For an ear, which listened to her speak of the sky <br />A man who’d never see her face<br /><br />arundhati sinha<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/under-construction/
