Mad woman on the street

Mad Woman on the Street 

So young and fresh 
With a catish walk and expensive fragrance 
Blossoms like a fertilized vegetable 
A virgin once admired by all 
With a dowry arithmetially calculated 
Many promises we thought lie in wait 
For her movement stares up the man in man 

Now she moves on natural slippers 
The street she once stares,scorns her
Her fragrance now receives spit as acceptance 
Beauty once cherished is now a dumb show 
Dustbin serves better for restaurant 
Open place serves better for a sleeping room 
She feels not the venom of the weather 
Tattered clothes fit better than neat ones 
Always focus though accomplished nothing 

Yes, solutions have we seeked 
Many questions have we asked 
Though irresistible answers have we gotten 
Some, weed we do know 
Others, ancestors were not appeased 
Whatever, the remedy we all but seek 
we failed even with a harder trial 
Visit to a market place have they decried 
Believing that no medicine will ever cure.