She was no man's possession..
Her deliquency ruled by her own!
She was a fire in the glacier..
Her gaze could pierced right through your soul!
A woman with a lion's heart..
Her roar could invoke terror in your gut!
Think not of her as a mere fragile lady..
For if provoked you could die unbloomed
Speak not any low of her..
For her words are as sharp as an edge of a knife!
Never look down upon her
She is the moon, the goddess in the sky!
Akarsha
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