Far away in the isolated atmosphere
And in the midst of abandoned sphere
There lived an amiable teenager
Who was conversational object of major
None could balk her cognition
As she was body of recognition
She was the stature of beauty and elegance
And was an object of non-recognition
Filled with the potion of ecstasy
She was the doodad of delicacy
Bourgeois used to applaud her beauty
And used to give examples of such fantasy.
She was a perfect amalgam of artistry and acuity
And was fantasy of many
Herds wanted to be her buddy
All of them wanted to enjoy her company
She used to balm the gentry
And always welcomed their entry
Hordes praised the bettering attribute of lassie
And hallowed her as fairy
They showered their blessing on the Lessing
And always prayed for her well being.
©akshatjain
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