As the best way to talk much is keeping silence, the best way to keep alive is being dead.

Semelia's Silence

Amorus, put his hands around Semelia.

In the caress, she felt overjoyed

And madness of desire, calmly 

Soothed their minds, as no joys;

Could rejoice the souls more.

Tiny blood drops, her heart bleeds now-

Uncertain yet, how she was wounded

For her heart to bleed;

That oozed out, her life and joy

To spare her from more grief and pain.

Semelia, shouldn't have left Amorus 

this soon, many yelled.

Counsels ever plead pauses, 

But, no so the pains and pangs-

They do it at the wrong time, the right way.

Semelia's skivvies, did weigh much 

To her blood, and made her bleed; 

And better, she died 

Than carrying the burden of chastity

She embraced the moment.

As, the best way to talk much is to keep silent.

The best to keep alive, is being dead!

Amorus, was left talking and poor Semelia's Undies-

Couldn't yet more bear the burden;

And she left soon, promising silence.

: Parvathy Ramachandran