Neither a silent woman

Nor is she, an arrogant one!

But the voice from within

Now like a thunderbolt that has hit in!

The once stronger and active vein

Now shivers out of the disturbed reign

For despite her flaws, she remains the Queen

In the castle of her journey’s pain and gain

Which has now made her lean

And fragmented her kingdom’s lane!

Suffocating her every single moment

Whenever she tries to comment,

Creating a war within her heart

Which she is fighting to go straight or not!

The hands that caressed her have now become hot

Making her heart untie those beloved knot

The phase of my life proving Shakespeare’s words that

‘The hell is empty and all the devils are here’!

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From the Origin of time many rise and fall like winter weeds, My identity could not be revealed by anyone, My identity could only be revealed if you know me well. There isn't any great mystery about me. What I do is glamorous and has an awful lot of white-hot attention placed on it. But the actual work requires the same discipline and passion as any job you love doing, be it as a very good pipe fitter or a highly creative artist.