She trusted her own blood….
That flows in her own one’s veins.
She trusted her upbringing ….
Her teachings failed clinging .
Her lessons of the traditions …
Got her no felicitations.
Her pride in her mother tongue ….
To them seemed far flung .
She taught them not to lie ….
Her trust they did belie.
She confided in their maturity ….
Yet they forgot all sincerity .
She aimed to uplift her society…..
They had targeted deterioraty.
She spoke of her clan unabashed…..
They ensured her ego van crashed.
Her zestful pride in her religion …..
Resulted in their informed oblivion .
She had failed in her upbringing ….
Mistrust is the song they’re singing .