She was left alone in a dreadful desert
And was devastated like a heap of sand,
She was so shattered that you can feel,
When you hold those ruins by your hand.
She always used to enquire herself,
"Why all they left me deceived?
Have had I led them on concrete and so melancholy,
That they made me disbelieved? "
Still she led her way through that desert
Where evils led her on her and grown
But she conquered their way and will,
By letting them in the soil, mourn.
At times she came to see
Mirage and mystic world,
But she knew and held her will,
And took an oath against rusting her gold.
But again she was fallen down
By all the storms and bitter colds on her way,
Suddenly with her resolution and fortifiedness,
She achieved her glory from her way.
And finally she was on that place
Standing where she had herself made,
The world where encomniums were heard,
And conceal and drudgery deceive were supposed to wade
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