The Perpetual Nightmares

Her sky was pale.
She couldn't enjoy festivals.
Her life was beating on anvil.
Life was shuddered with dismal.

She had neither any friend
nor any foe.
Only twisted lips and frowning brows
threatened her like gallows.

Her mother was under the shadow of ignominy
as she was a harlot.
It was the nightmare of the girl.
She panicked to get any unknown call.

She was resoluted to snap
her ill fate.
She was good at lesson
and it was only her passion.

Now she is executive of a corporate house.
Keeps her mother with comfort.
She overcame all hurdles,
except those nightmares!