Thoughts that came deep down, from the soul
Thoughts that had made, so much known
A writer who wanted paradise
From her oblivion, one day, she would rise ,
Breaking the chains that held her back
She will live in the world, to complete herself.
Her work was praised, by people around
But nothingness only, in them she found.
Poems, quotes and stories she wrote
Were criticized greatly by friends and foes;
They crushed her soul, and snatched her stage
Paid no heed to how much she wept
She still went on writing page after page
Pen and paper, she never left.
It is sad a writer of such fame
Should live a life of such disdain;
Someday she would shine, like the northern star
And find her way, in the sky so far;
Someday she would smile, happy and gay
Someday to the paradise, she'd find her way.