When she was loved

She found a true lover
One , who saw beauty in her.
Not a wild beauty to be hunted.
The beauty that was serene.
It was as calm as the evening wind -
Wind which gathers up like sleeping flowers.
She was no more a body to be played with.
She became a soul that was loved  and caressed.
This time she was not brought to be disrobed.
She was brought from the life of poverty and dressed up.
Both her body and soul were tormented by curs.
He touched her wounds to heal them.
He kissed those scars and loved them with his heart.
She felt alive.
Her worn outs were decorated with love poetries.
Her name was spilled over those verses.
She never lived in a brothel again
She lived in a temple
Temple of his heart , where she was prayed.
She was not a lady of the evening anymore
She became the lady of his heart.

-Sakshi Arora

#Rare Bird