By the dust of infinite pride and truth,
She stands still to look into the eyes of destiny,
Splashing abstract future on to the canvas of life,
Dragging uneven brush strokes through her sharp dignity,
Cutting sheets for making an unprecedented origami structure,
surrounded by pointy needles of social desertness,
From chaotic mishap of her way out to the bright light of enigma,
She made discoveries into the darkness of mortality,
With uncountable stars showing ways for her galactic persona,
Made changes in her route while hanging on trailblazing thoughts,
Stomping tracks that once horrified with consanguinity,
Now she obligates them in her voice.
She wears the moon and the sun with her hoodie to exclaim her feelings,
With different shades of clouds, it rain desire for love,
Now that have sowed to a hard torturous ground, she is breaking out from a stem to tree.