Mithila’s Descent

Mithila’s Descent Mithila walks, sleepless, Across the hills of grief. The burning fire of memory trails her... A shadow of mist, Uncrossable, Like an uncertain, fleeing cloud. Time ignites in envy’s blaze. She floats on sweat water, Her sixteen-year youth Nurtured in fatigue. Bones, Muscles, Tremble in the humid air... Mortality’s edge sharpens Around her fragile form. The endangered time of mortality around Mithila. Lost in illusion, She journeys alone— A swan without a companion, Adrift in the wreckage Of ruined nostalgic desire. Puberty crossed without lust, Her memories, treasures locked, Clutched like kin. Adversity hangs the balance of life. Tonight, Mithila stands alone in the dusk... A desolate figure, Adapting to realms unknown: A realm of quicksand in the dark. Drowning, She dies to survive. And at last, Mithila bloomed to be eternal! ( The 21 years college girl was recently found hanged inside the flat, as told victimised by a wealthy, powerful businessman in Bangladesh)