She is the power

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She was lonesome again
Left all alone amid unspoken desires,
With all her alluring dreams
Shattered to minute pieces in a fraction of seconds.

To whom should she seek refuge
On whom should she lay her inestimable trust,
Which was once more broken
Like one breaks a crystal clear glass deliberately to bits.

All day and night; at dusk and dawn
She sobbed ceaselessly with utter pain and dismay,
Despite being aware of being treated like a negligible tissue paper
Used when needed and then thrown away ruthlessly sans another glance.

One day, when the sun rose
She built up the courage of facing the mirror on the wall now gleaming by the dazzling rays of the sun,
And in the brightness of sunlight
She saw a blazing fire again aroused in her gently pretty eyes.

Her heart filled up to the brim with sweet revenge
The revenge of shining radiantly among the stars,
She no more felt miserable or broken or guilty
She stood up against every obstacle and difficulty.

She is on the way to build
Her own new kingdom,
She is determined and unstoppable
Now that she has regained all her powers and wisdom.

Today she rules the world and the hearts of many
She is a warrior at heart playing the role of a princess,
But not always a princess is destined to have a prince
This is her tale no more untold.
                    - Aashi Satam

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