Poem- ‘Dead Sands’

Lines of lies in treasured veils.
Tall proportions weighed on a misogynistic scale.
Bludgeoned with expectations of poise and composure.
Slapped with scolding memos of ways to scold her

Hedonistic values with tokens of false appreciation
Thunderstorms of differences without hesitation
Shared resources of conflict inflicted instead
Not realizing all the while, the love once there is now dead.