Not everyone can see the flame behind the raging mist,
for she has ornamented with gold her mighty fist;

This world has failed to judge the shimmer of those innocent eyes,
for behind those sleepless tears she has arduous dreams yet to arise;

Mistaking her compassion and soft emotions,
many self-made critiques have made faulty notions;

For the most competent may still harbor humility of heart,
& she carries such talents as gifts from the ultimate Mozart;

Time is not far when her chirping would outrun the worldly roars,
for the lordships have heard her forgotten prayers from far shores;

Her inner Faith in almighty’s mercy can move mountains,
& that’s the only currency in his market to open nectar’s fountains;

The proposal of friendship has been sent to her from lord’s side,
& he is awaiting her reciprocations by pursuit of his will to get abide;

For after enlightening her path he expects her to initiate the walk,
& soon his mercy would supply this cuckoo, the wings of a Hawk;

Her grand flight may know no boundaries and walls,
for the divine sky will nurture her endeavors and praise her calls;

We too wanna see her laughter again pouring like a sacred wine,
for its time to drop the curtains and unveil this Covered Sunshine…