Lady born with thones.


Struggling through the emotions,
Born with her own confusions,
There are questions to her solutions,
But she lives with lots of devotions.

Giving new hights in social world,
Still lives in the desert and dull,
Happiness prevails and spread around,
Deep her sorrows are underground.

She dresses herself with textile of roses,
Hiding the prickles and frozzes,
Living also will pills of doses,
With heavy heart on bed she coses.

Enlightened within the souls,
She seems as if the goddess falls,
On the ground, she never crawls,
She dies only with the emotional shawls.

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