That sigh of sorrow,
That regret of borrow,
That fear of being burnt alive,
But still longing to die!

The ugly fate that was designed,
Could just be purified!
With an attempt to suicide,
’cause nobody was by her side!

People used to pity,
Showing no empathy,
Drowned by her own tears
But still overcoming all fears!

And on an unfortunate day,
Of twenty-sixth of May,
She divorced her husband,
Left back with no fund!

But instead of screaming in pain,
She decided to re-live a day,
Her miserable past was circling her brain,
But she concentrated on writing,--that was, the hobby of the day!

She kept howling in dreams,
Chopping her own finger instead of the greens
But today the world knows her as,
‘J.K Rowling-- the queen!’