Known for her smile, she carried a heart that cried bitter
tears;
Dedicating her life, she was injured with satires.
Clutching her arms, clicking her fingers, she kept fidgeting,
Praying for the good of all, she was left wondering.
Among the crowd she lived in chaos;
Giggles of her heart got trapped in echoes.
Lost in her world, she was looking for a harbor;
Losing her identity, she never sought pamper.
Under the same ceiling, she lived different lives;
Beneath the same sky, she survived some fierce knives.
The efforts to identify that soul were in-vain;
Was she a mother, a wife or a labelled girlfriend?
Or just another lady on this lane…?
