Odd pretty little soul
With a tinge of subtle glamour and grit
Free of LOVE, free of JOY, free to LIVE
So let’s raise a glass and make a toast
This is bliss, I gaze not just a face in the crowd
It’s self love
A mind lost in time
Beauty from cradle
Talk of enchantress? A QUEEN of the jungle
Like a freshly showered Sunday morning,
I inhale a desire of zeal
Zeal of freedom and unending poetry fragrance
So when the story is mine
Let readers have lemonade like a flavour
