She Was!
A broken piece of art she was,
molded in the best of what she could do.
A perfect piece for him,
but not for others. Does that really matter?
After teen, a whole new world started. Science or Commerce was the way everyone darted.
But Art was all she could see and intellectual is all she could be.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry she could not travel both, Broken and shattered dreams, she collected and arranged in a proper to make an antique!!!
An antique to lead the world in her own way.
They believed fallacies, she trusted the shreds of evidence.
She stood amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
Winning at a life she followed her dreams.
Rebel she is. It always seemed.
Two roads diverged in a wood, and she — she created the third one which made her happier.
There were no footprints, no inspiration to build.
But she created her own to flow like a brook,
a brook with the same message for the generations to come,
