Sent from heaven are those who could write , Sent from heaven are those who could express, Sent from heaven are those who know fright, And know how to handle pressure and stress.
For she was now the outcast and the unfamiliar one
Everything she did -
Good ,bad moral, immoral had no value none
For she had sinned the greatest of all time ,
And her anecdote was a depressing rime
Still she went ahead and with force tried
And in the end ah ! She always cried
For she was the unwanted liar
She should have burnt in fire ,
Like the women jumped in after their husband ,
Lies and stories could have made a nice pyre
But she stood their remorseless -
All emotions drained out careless
She cleaned all the insults with tears ,
For she had a disdain some fears
She had a dream ,a vision to prove
But without support or a troop
She awaited a miracle ,
Or something out of the Oracle,
Just to comfort her soul ,
And close up her share of toll .