You think you can fool her, you think you are cleaver,
She has spent her life under heart quenching fever.
Don’t try to play,you can’t imagine her power,
She has digested the poison though it’s sour.
She made her journey, sweated her blood,
Your pride and ego won’t cause flood.
She is not the one, with whom you can play,
She won’t take a moment to make you slay.
She is not the lamb, can’t be your prey,
She has hunted lions, when life was grey.
Defeat is the word, she never had to face,
She knows her worth and she is the ace.
Don’t complain later, it’s the warning,
She will forget you when it’s new morning.
She is not wrong, not even cunning,
She was a innocent bird all the time humming.
She had learnt her lessons of life hard way,
Don’t expect to just get away.
Learn from her, how to make your own path,
Better for you, is not to take her wrath.
She is not harmful, she is not devil,
It’s simple as that she learnt how to conquer evil.