There she stands, camouflaged in her vivacity
Or should I call it the best of the masks of her audacity?
People they were, people these are
Just another herd of muttering zombies of mar
Throwing the stains of harshness and aversion
Though there’s nothing that can shudder her devotion
She silently made her way out to the garden of haven
Bluntly killing those imprudent and brazen
Blooming flowers and greenery all around
She could drown in the water of divine affinity and still be ground
Closed her eyes and breathed in all the freshness around
Then peeped in and opened them wide unbound
How come her world vanish into nothing?
Has she lost her thoughts of escapism extremely endearing?
She followed the footsteps and saw a note engraved in the dark,
Remember! Come what may, Sequins never lose their spark
Don’t cry over a lost combat as there are many more battles to be won,
Because a phase might have ended, but the saga has just begun…