Living in turbulent times,disillusioned with the world,
She believed in the indestructibility of her inner strength,
However seething and tragic the seasons of life may be.
A woman of strong zeal and enthusiasm,
Imbued with a sense of hope and optimism,
She wrote her poems in all quietude and solitude,
Her poetry bearing out her revolutionary instinct.
She fell not in the trap of depression,
Never estranged from herself,
Though her nights were like the long nights of the Arctic
And her waters troubled like those of the Antarctic.
Accepting the inevitability of Truth,
Her research delved in black holes, portals and aliens.
Her spirit would never be quelled
Until she found the answers to her questions
Hovering around her mind like bees on flowers.
One night, she looked at the glowing embers
And thought that the species have evolved over the eons
And yet, man, master of his mind
With knowledge of all kinds
Beneath a balanced Yin and Yang
Lost the games he so intelligently played.
Now, his world is in a chaos,
And time is running fast.
Who will save his world?