Varsha Sundriyal
Poets Unlimited
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1 min readMay 7, 2017

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I Am Medusa

When she walks people stare,
For she is the prettiest maiden and is fair.
Her wavy locks glint in sun,
golden hair touched by none.
Her almond eyes blue like the sea,
Enthralling people, making them a devotee.
She goes to the temple of Athena,
while men watched her like Hyena.
She promised celibacy to her goddess,
But she fell for Poseidon’s solace.
This ignited wrath in Minerva,
She cursed medusa and thus unstabilizing her inertia.
Her beautiful hair twisted and turned into venomous snakes,
her captivating eyes turned into orbs that were opaque.
Whoever she looked upon turned into stone,
this forced her to flee and live alone.
She spent her life in nameless misery,
still, people remember her as the one with trickery.
She found her end in hands of Perseus,
son of mighty god Zeus.
Love was the cause of goddess wrath,
this made her live on warpath.

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