A strong lady she claims,
Greater heights she aims,
A better life she prays,
Though, destiny is a prey.
A prey is destiny though,
When life tumbles, she holds,
Alas! depression stifles goals,
The uncertainties of life no one knows.
At nights, to her Lord, her request she files,
And by the day to the globe, like a struggler she tries,
In her shoes I am, full of hopes I fly
Grant her wishes, oh the Giver of life.