She is queen who can carry her crown
And your hasty judgements
With equal grace...
Neither sugar and spice
Nor everything nice
She's got fire and fury
Little sparkle and many lilies
In equal measure...
She can't be tamed
Caged or confined
She got her wings
For she's born to fly...
A/N:
Muse for the verse - Simi Sathyan. A friend. A survivor. A fighter.
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