She was a woman once!
You know, she was a woman once
As a lone cathedral in a field of lilies
With angels guarding her golden gates
A thoughtless design of modest fates.
And here she learnt
That blossoming is a kind of expansion
And you wither when you contract
And you contract till you fall lifeless.
You cant bear the burden of wings!
Then don’t dare ask for freedom.
Alas! She lacked the courage and faith
that initiates expansion, directs the fate
And hence she was last seen
Watering the beds of dead lilies.
You heard, she was a woman once
Destined to be a goddess someday
But if she contented in being a rag doll
The mistake was largely hers.
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