The Lady Defining Peace
A silly damsel in the pursuit of
peace
Missed the still, while she was
serene
But how cud she behold the sight of
her ease
Coz her sleep was blessed by
goddess irene!!!
People talked to her,said she is
mean
But i talked to her, she was squeaky
clean
Her feelings are high as the
mackerel sky
Sight of mere mortals cant go that
high
....... To be continued
dedicated to the lady who from
nothing has turned to something
and can turn into everything
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