A poem in memory of Scarlett Keeling

Today I died, of shame, of shock

Those beasts attacked me on the rock

I cried, I fought, I prayed, I lost

I am no more, what fate hath wrought



I always dreamt of distant lands

Of the eastern spice, of painted hands

The woman is a God they said

Oh India, it left me dead



All you men, I ask you fair

A child I am, in mother’s care

What wrong did I, what crime of mine

Someday you’ll cry in his court divine


Kind Regards
Vanita K
Dubai,UAE


      
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