LIONESS

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She might not be dressed in black, 

nor she has any spikes on her back,

she just walks like a queen, 

oh darling, 

here's the lioness!


She didn't get what all she wanted

nor she was born in a billionaire family,

she stood up from the darkest of nights

oh darling, 

here's the lioness!


Her heart is still kind,

her love is still alive,

because gems are meant to be protected,

oh darling, here's the lioness!


Suffocating mornings

the days felt like bane

she wiped each tear from her cheek

oh darling, 

here's the lioness!


Her heart still sinks,

when the universe hurt her stars again,

but her shoulders are broader now,

to carry the heaviest of their pains,

oh darling, 

here's the lioness!

 

~Shreshtha Verma

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