Drowning in twinges of heartbreaking agony she wanted to walk into self
To illuminate and incarnate her beautiful dreams
Showering clouds of happiness on her drained self.

Like garlands of fragrant flowers, plucked yet blooming incessantly
That would turn her into a woman of graceful resilience
Cheerfully clustered, crisply independent.

Chained and scared, she excelled in household duties
Meeting standards, all those that were set by society
She sensed lone self under dark skies even after years of her religious duties.

It was the time to fulfill her dreams, to play and rejoice on her favorite tunes
Move with confidence and majesty fenced by her passionate radiance
A conducive place she yearned, blushing under the crescent moon
Winters would awaken her sublime femineity fringed with tinkles of dainty living.