She drinks portions of thoughts everyday,
With these hefty coals she heaps;
Makes headway,
Humming her music on the march to
Survive.
Eager and doubtful, yet majestically
divine..
The eternal fire, it may be; not in vain
And no woman who is chosen, born
to fail.
And her glance was the best of the rays
that can be ever embraced…
Oh flames…! – For it is the reflection of the
burning coal that lit the fire, sparkling with pain…
