Bold Soul,cold role🥀

I want to be known for my integrity and organic growth, too much to ask for?

What will be the thoughts of humans who are inhumane and don't strive to be humane?

Daring eyes, soft heart, peak attitude, loves admiration but hates compliments,

People are so mean to eldest daughters, the soul soldier, the master's mastermind; 

Likes to know and talk, but once she feels it in her veins, she walks out, goes speechless, and loses it.

She wants to be a Taylor Swift, Lana del Rey, Sabrina Carpenter, but she is Yoga Nandhini!

She has to change her dream, her city, her style, her wish, her list, her twist, her mistakes;

And what she gets back from society is hatred for being her and making her believe no one is friends.

Who will save the Kid, known for a tender heart, warm soul, and perfect angel in every angle? 

Stop what you are doing and just think, are you treating others with respect and dignity?

Asking, flexing, hyping, naming, knowing, laughing, and playing will not do any justice.

If you are not holding, loving, healing, caring, showing, going, and doing as a being!

She believes, believes, and believes only to ruin the ruined page, which is known for its masterpiece;

Just because they didn't study the chapters doesn't mean the book is not worth it.

They have to be illiterate, else they are assumed to be blind, not the book's fault.

It's the reader's rule to read the unreadable reads and unread the readable reads;

I think we are the shield that armour even armor is afraid to throw an arrow at?

What happens if I over-explain the situation and they finally don't get what I really mean?

Will all the effort afford to support the comfort or will it import the report and distort the effort?

Cleaverness they say, self-defending, she will say. Stubbornness, they said, guarding up, she corrected;

So, who will take care of the elder daughter, who will answer all her questions, and find her?

Nothing should go wrong on her road, not even the wrong indicators, speed limit bonus track.

She would drink the whole sea with a smile on her face, if that includes her family.

If she loves you, she will love you with all her veins, blood, skin, and scars beneath the layers;

 How to be the spilled coffee and want to be in the Achaemenid Persian Janus cup?

How to be the Crown, when she is grown and never been thrown as she is drawn and clowned;

Once she realized, even the spilled coffee smells caffeinated, and whatever she does makes sense!