She is an art of revivalism
She has a heart with the appearance of a prism.
She has an aura, so deep.
She struggles to survive,
To peep into the ultimate task of life.
She does not know that she is a crystal child.
She knows the impact of vague distractions,
Hence she holds on to her thoughts with her own beautiful perceptions.
She thinks they will laugh at her in leisure,
Well they are unaware of their own vision’s measure.
Somewhere between beginning and infinity,
She realized how bizzare is she.
She slowly learned to appreciate herself,
And that time, she rang inferiority’s knell.
Radkish 