Lilies born of the dewdrops of Eve’s repentant eyes

To smile sublime on the threshold of Nature’s meads

With radiance stolen from the wings of the swan

And from the cheecks of the refulgent Hespera

The milk of Juno flowing through the intricate veins

On satin soft petals like nectarine ambrosia

Lilies peeking from the brim of a vase

Their alabaster silken gowns no longer fresh

They are wilted and drooping in mute gloom

The stale water filled in the glass vessel

Was sprinkled on the sad petals

And trickled down white petals

Like quiet tears of silent grief and distress

Like pearls of incandescent emotions

Its breath of purity and chastity

Is tainted by the stench of decadence

The tears pouring down blanch pale cheeks

Are incited by hurt and wounded sentiments

Those flowing due to the scenario witnessed 

As blatant vulgarity dances nude with alacrity

And chastity  and fidelity burn on the pyre of lust

As virgins lose their purity for experimentation

The silent lily laments the fall of morals

Those sinking into the quagmire of vice…