A playful petite soul
stores every bit of she holds
never displays her infantile show
Towers her childhood with control
Accepting all what fate shows
Denials don’t work under her control
As she sits with the thorns on the ponderous throne
Eius enigmatic soul bears the bleak
bores own yearns and dreams in her colossal heart
And keeps on ambling with grace , drenched in sorrow with decked joy
Foot in the door 