She is all about becoming someone who lives to love
Loves the rain and felt like fresh coffee brew
Refined in her wildest dreams and innocent like a dove
She is the merry of the strike of the bell
And tries to sound like river
Little does she know well
That her merry tone is more precious than any symphonic silver
She is the nerd gone mad most days
Or the mad gone nerdy on some
She wouldn't mind forgoing the sun to make her hay
Because she believes in life of her sun than any pity self-dom
She is the misled queen of love
Freeing herself might be tough with all the heart
Maybe she needs to realise that it is all a shove
To free herself from all the hurt
She is even cherished by her haters
She is the darling madam, you might catch up with her later
Her accomplishments and stories are well known
But what isn't known is how she watered the tree that she herself sown
Her life is sewn with vibrance of friends-hood
But she is wanting to be forlorn,with drunk sense of pleasure
It is a mystery why such a glorious girl, who is now on the way to womanhood
Would want to be lost in roads of stress when her spirit is work , leisure and adventure
It is the little dazed and lost in this hard time
She wants the fine rhythm of her life's reason and rime
But this is just the beginning of how she awakes
She might ponder is she ready to start this new phase
But she needs to know that if anyone is ready for this beautiful ruckus and rake
It is her glorious presence in the wake
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