Her Eyes gleamed with the light
Of her inner strength,
She had walked miles,
Not worried about the length,
She is the shorewards, galvanizing the will to persevere,
At the pledge of the desk, she's an honored
reserve,
She's enduring herself, by plotting the systematic undoing, of her personal agents of villainy,
She wasn't capricious for vengeance,
She wasn't artistry for epics,
She wasn't the chimerical ego, to dream of realm restored,
Her model for mastering the occurrence would be a different sort of captive altogether,,Scrubbed Anglican Shorewards (cleaned english ambience),
She's an impulsive decline, with increased requisitions, handling at gunpoint,,,,
She owns one poetry in every cup of coffee.☕🧛🏻‍♀️
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© Mishra Poonam