Tale in Poetic form

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I have tried to capture the essence of whole story in this poetry, hope you enjoyed reading it.
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The crown of Agony, in poetic form-

In a village quiet and serene,
Lived Zarnoor, a girl unseen,
Her heart bore sorrows deep and sore,
A tale of suffering, forevermore.

From dreams of hope, she was led astray,
Innocence stolen, night and day,
Bound by chains of a cruel fate,
Her agony and pain innate.

Her spirit crushed, her smile erased,
By hands that hurt and left her faced,
With trials that tested her strength within,
Yet, she carried on through the din.

Through darkness deep, she walked alone,
Her heart aching, like a heavy stone,
But in her eyes, a flicker of light,
A glimmer of hope in her endless fight.

She bore the weight of wounds untold,
In silence, her story slowly unfold,
A mother's love, a brother's care,
Helped mend the pieces of her despair.

In the midst of darkness, she found a hand,
A soldier's heart, a love so grand,
Yusha's embrace, a soothing balm,
Healed her wounds and brought her calm.

With love anew, she learned to live,
To forgive, to heal, to fiercely give,
Though shadows of pain may still linger,
Zarnoor emerged as a warrior, stronger.

In every tear that she shed,
In every battle within her head,
Zarnoor's story will forever stand,
A testament to courage, hand in hand.

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Peace be upon you!

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