There she stands like a nameless flower
Alone, away from a heap of roses in the garden
of the temple of Ishtar, Goddess of love in armor
and looks not with pride seen but with pain unseen
Days have left, Years have passed;
But the girl still roams around the temple
Alone, apart from the beauty selected
And consummated to a sacred couple.
Alas, what is it not the thing called Pity
When the wallflower unwanted, unsought
Alone, as always, waits a cruel eternity
Till she meets a beholder besotted sought?
P.S. Ishtar is the Mesopotamian goddess of love, war, and fertility. It is said that in ancient Babylonia, every young female when reaching a certain age should go to the temple of Ishta and wait for a man who will approach and take her as a wife to home. The temple was used as an open market for marriage, which was considered a sacred means of attaining divine union between mortals in the presence of the goddess. However, as the unfortunate ones in love have always been the figures of lamentation throughout human civilization, the shy, unpopular girls had to wait in the temple for years to be selected. This poem is to feel the feeling of being unwanted and ignored in the meritocracy of beauty…