Life stabbed her, wittingly, numerously,

She was fooled by the masked people

She felt ditched at times, amongst the false truths,

She desired love, but never did she demand,

She bore unbearable agony,

She was washed against waves hitting the rock bottom,

She fell down only to rise again.

Now she is brandishing her weapon against all pain,

The damages have further beautified her,

What she fears is not her fear, but stagnancy,

Always growing is her desire,

Wearing monotony and despair is not her attire,

Mirth has usurped gloom,

And the girl is all ready to bloom.

Strong she was, but stronger she will be now.