A tale to be retold and relived.


"She's wrapping her life in her heart, Ready to flaunt to the world. She's tired of being the lost kind, And ready to be found again. Stretching her arms under the moonlight each day, Afraid not to be known and disclosed. She loves to be hidden with little hope to shine. Little but she believes…

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…