Some loved her for veracity,
Some hated her for her candour.
Neither a poet, nor a writer
She is just a simple girl
Who thinks enormously
And discerns too much.
Now she will do everything that they did not like,
Did they forget what they used to say:
She is a girl
She can’t do anything
And always stay in the corner of house under cover.
Now she will just live for herself
She will never ask them ever for help
Now she can handle her tears herself.
If anyone will ask about her family
Don’t worry she will never tell them their name
Now her only dream is to get name and fame.