Since the glorious spectacle began,
She had the powers to command the clan.
Made out of a lesser extra-ordinary man,
Making her the premier member in all the living span.
She’s like the free-flowing air – in a large expanse,
With pretty, delicate feet doing a melodious dance.
You intrude her world with a narrow looking stance,
A crying shame upon us you bechance.
By virtue of a wildfire innate,
She can love like the soul’s eternal mate.
But should you choose to spread unending hate,
She will reduce you down to a burned plate.
As a cherished daughter of the land,
In your troubled times, with you, she’ll stand.
Instead you trick her to leave her hand,
Only to realise what you’ve lost, as pass the times of sand.
Much like water, she’s out of the bounds of chain,
Neither confined, nor stoppable like rain.
Respect her, honour her, for the all the pain,
They are the boon, don’t be the bane.
Since the glorious spectacle began,
She had the powers to command the clan.
Made out of a lesser extra-ordinary man,
Making her the premier member in all the living span!
