Ragini(A melody)..of the forest

Ragini was miserable
The windows in her room faced the waking sun,
She had a growing belief
that love was a mysterious trail of blood
in a dark forest she wanted to find the end of..

She wanted to burn the forest down,
An apologetic letter claiming
her blood was unnecessarily spilt over the idea
would have saved her life,after she left
but she couldn't write

Years passed and her life had become the little stretch
between a man's legs across the riches he had
and the time for which he did not care
about  her dying heart

She was sold for a lot less than she had earned,
Every man who's constitution lay in her body,
was in love with her
Every other man wanted to be..

She never rose to the waking sun,again
She never saw another window
Her last letter saying I am home
would have burned the forest down,
But she couldn't write..

So she burned with it....