Revolted

She watched the bustling alleys far from home,
With no anticipation in her heart;
She once felt glad to have gone far to roam
Before she found a place to play her part;

The rain was beating harder; heavy drops
Were dripping from the eaves into the road;
The wind was blowing forcefully; tree tops
Were swaying in a gale; His abode...

Was far too far away, as were her dreams
And hopes and fantasies and aspiration;
Why should she go to him and find her schemes
Unravelled, with a sense of resignation?

She observed swarms of people in the mud
Of unpaved streets, and let her hopes be scotched;
She’d had enough and every drop of blood
Revolted at return, while she just watched...