A fresco ,

dithered once attractive,

now pale, was elegant,
but a mere showpiece ,
Thou!
hanging as a dcor.
O! the nail must be a pain,
which dangles Thee
to remain in a fixed perimeter
and restrained threshold
flaccid, lifeless, thou appear!
though, thou art the beauteous creation,
drained, faded is your stature,
shrunken and sordid on the
wall of living and pleasure!
blemished with accusations,
ashen and vulnerable,
ripped apart thousand times
within and pierced forever,
thee! crumpled, crushed and forgotten

cast off the mould and predicaments

break the shackles
unchain the fetters,
thy place is amongst the stars
there awaits thine abode and milieu!