Youthful her days
in full bloom
wearing the tiara
tiara of dreams
the gown of vigour
and the heels of speed
she moved in full sway
Assisted by her state
holding the sword of peace
The book of liberty
as she reads
ramming the environment on screen
the managing of money in accounts
here goes away her teens
scarred are the feet
broken are the heels
torn the attire
blemishes with struggles on her sleeve
burning is the flame
the flame for survival
tiara which mounted
turned to be pricking
lost is her health
lost the book of liberty
in the myriad of ambitions
on a complex path
She holds the war on peace
louder are her screams
nothing;
but just a moment of breeze
to sway in full moon
dancing on her feet
the black swan on streets….