" Poltroon " she cried,
While her knuckles were white with rage.
Perturbed, she was while her father passed away.
Solitude, she chose while earthlings left her dejected, like a stray.
Erratic, were those times when she decided to unravel the intricate stories of life and not get bewrayed.
Lost, she was in the absolute beauty of the cosmos waiting for someone at the bay.
Soon, she realized that a lifeboat would never come her way.
" You're a stalwart , get up and find your own way ".
Much did she know, rest she deciphered.
And found herself flying in the sky of aplomb, like a mockinjay!
- Swasti Jain
