spring forgot to show up at her doorstep

An age-old palace stands erect
Sorrounded by Himalayas and oceans
A Hermetic soul lingers around
With the twinkle of hope in her eyes

She has been the source
Of the global wealth of wisdom
Unholy winds failed to break her serenity
Hence she is mocked as insane woman

Golden rings in her wrinkled earlobes
Glow in witness to an affluent past
Eyes dried with grief & deceit
Cows taken to butchers for meat

Once besotted with dreams of resurrection
She ragained her lost youth in nineteen-fourty-seven
After she was bitten by the teeth fed on her breasts
Fifty-ninth year adds one more wrinkle to her face
…Spring forgot to show-up at her doorstep again