How delicate was born she;
How sensitive was born she!
Pure beauty personified with dignity;
But a bed of roses wasn’t her world to be.
Shallow was her fame;
And false were the claims.
Since childhood she was cautioned about the other lot;
She could be carefree only her thoughts.
She was independent carrying emotional strands;
Aware, others’ wish was her command.
Though acknowledged equal to the other;
Somethings weren’t for her to bother.
An hollow pride of her family she turned to be;
Ohh! as a disguised princess was born she.