Happiness is now a blotch of lucid silhouette.
Hopes that were once extinguished,
Seems to gather wisp by wisp.
Society, that once cleaved her;
Draws a hand of friendship, trying hard to adhere.
To her, life is an uncanny koan.
For late hours, she used to endlessly moan.
Life, tired by this pallid taste.
Decided to somewhat, change her fate.
So finally, her diligence saw the light of dawn.
Because she believed that after every night, there is a morn.
Intoxicatingly satisfied, life nows hums a sweet song.
