Princess of Quondam Matures to Mistress of Onus

The fortress of her progenitors, 

Long ago she was the only princess, 

Her regal province of flamboyance

That compiled her life like bed of roses. 

She sailed her mast amidst abounded cerulean

That made every episode of her life replete, 

Nature's dulcet notes and vernal hues

Made her mellifluent cadence and postures complete. 

Oblivious to time's stringent transitional phases

She emoted her steps in the way of conducive pursuit, 

But the cryp

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tic approach of life's preponderance

Nudged her aureate longings and innocuous attitude. 

Waiving her parental shield 

Her maiden years matures to womanhood, 

She is obliged to step out to explore an uncouth world

For her onus is beckoning her to untrodden route. 

The tinkling of her anklets and dangling of bangles

Weaves her story of fortitude, 

Not princess anymore, but mistress of her domain

She has to authorise her role with diligence and certitude.