Aarushi, the poor girl, <br />Met, a mysterious end. <br />No dear ones to mourn, <br />But, commercial mourners in plenty. <br /> <br />Dead in her own closet, <br />Was found the poor girl; <br />By hemlok lover parents. <br />With a big question mark. <br /> <br />Parents cried out their pain, <br />Were they parents? Doubt lingers. <br />Was she taught about SANSKARS? <br />Or walk to talk. <br /> <br />Certainly not. Then, who is to blame? <br />Aarushi was the poor girl, <br />But poorer were thy parents: <br />Who have nothing to give her, <br /> <br />She lived dangerously with snakes and scorpions, <br />If the insect stung, who stand to blame? <br />The mother cannot control the wind, <br />The time passes by uncared. <br /> <br />Humming goes in fire, <br />Can one tame the time and winds? <br />Oh! No, <br />Why control it not before it flows, <br /> <br />Poor Aarushi! <br />The world is full of vultures. <br />Land safely, cut their wings, <br />Before they stretch their treacherous designs, <br /> <br />If not so <br />Millions of Aarushi will meet, <br />Their poor sister Aarushi. <br />Always love with care. Om Shanti Om. <br /> <br /> <br />From: <br />DR. Yogesh SHARMA<br /><br />Dr. Yogesh Sharma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/indian-scarlett/
