\"Lying along a pool of crimson liquid that draped her body like a Sari,
the woman lay naked, except for the firy eyes to speak
on the bright daylight that exuded from her tangled hair and sealed the convulsions on her lips...
\"water! water!\", she was thirsty for life,
\"Water! water!\" she was moaning with pain
The human ravagers sullied her, their brutal faces were scarlet with her sacred blood...
her breast was still firm, her hands covering her modesty...
but the eues still sparkled with life, the heart underneath the tattered sari still pulsated with a deep confirmation of life...
\"Water!\" it was the last moan
The sun overshadowed her spirit, darkness encompassed her breath...
She was burning on the furnace...the furnace of life...till she stood up and took a deep breath...
She was still alive! And the scarlet sky was filled with light once more.......!
