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"HUES OF HER" ๐ธ
She's a work of art,
Colorful yet intense,
Poetry in the world
that made no sense.
Her words are music,
Silence too plays some tunes,
Her steps- so graceful,
Fetched up great fortunes.
They tried to burn her,
Not knowing she was a flame,
She could drown the deepest oceans and
Pour the gentlest rains.
She's a mother,
She nurtures life,
A daughter, a sister,
A beloved wife.
Countless "Hues of Her" we witness,
Accomplishing every single one
with her wholeheartedness.
No matter if old, young or teen,
She was born to rule,
A freakin' Queen!
-Meghna
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