
She smiled amidst the chaos
She feigned each laughter as genuine
She’s bright as the angels’ halos
In times of defeat, she wins with a grin
And moved on from what has been
You’ll never see her wallow in sadness
Despite it being her aggressive suitor
You’ll still feel life in the face of demise
When the world expected her to cry, there’s fervor
And she fought each day with laughter
Her positivity’s at par with the rays of the sun
And her calmness encompasses that of the moon
She stole the gold of the leprechaun
While she shines like gold in the height of the noon
And quenched the thirst of the howling dune
But just like the beast, she, too, lost a rose
She lost a part of her life
Yet, life must go on like the rhythm of a prose
Of beats, rhymes, and measures of strife
Despite her life’s stanzas today that are written with a knife
The test of life is just starting to tease her
And she’s still in the facade of life’s maze
The journey is still long and wouldn’t be any easier
But in the look of her eyes, I know that she can face
Almost anything, because she has the strength of “Grace”
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