You are the power, not a pardon!

Lady, you aren't the damsel in distress,

who danced with the prince in a disguised cindrella dress,

B'coz you are worth more
than a disney princess,

Don't you suppress your power,
don't shy away your grace,
Dance your face off in your old t-shirt
And let the pieces fall out of place,
Even your flaws are worth the embrace..

The irony is that ...

She carries the wings of fire,

But for the world to find solace,

she sometimes curbs her own desire..

At times she doubts her own reality,

As she is oblivious to the fact 

of her true identity,

Pondered on all her delicacies,

she is painted by the Lord 
with a dash of magic and more of fantasies,

Vivid dreams are inculcated in her mind,

As her existence is a gift to mankind..

You crave to touch her body.. her face,

But, if only you could listen to the voice of her soul,

You could see her real beauty...her grace!

You wonder how her mood swings,

from crazy to wild,

B'coz her emotion runs the nature,

As the cloud needs thunder,

and the ocean needs tide to survive.. 

You think for no apparent reason she cries,

Little do you know,

she smiles more often swallowing her own pride,

Before you see how broken she is inside...

B'coz most of the times
 she believes there is more to life
 than her own happiness and the comfort she can't abide..

Oh, Lady! Lady!! I beg your pardon,
but all your colors are beautiful, and you've no good reason to hide!