She always remained in blithe,
nonchalant and insouciant,
pristine and kind,
and worry was the last thing on our mind.

She had many dreams,
few attainable,
and many over the top,
and in the course of making them real,
some broke and few shattered,
but that didn’t impede her to dream more,
the bygones never troubled her,
and she surged ahead to open new doors

The guffaws,
the laughter,
the glitter in her eyes,
never shattered,
and she dreamed some more,
went ahead defining new charters

And occasionally when her dreams come true,
she never rested,
nor did she halt,
to claim her pride,
for she found new reasons to keep her soul smiling and alive,
living in trance was her way to challenge herself,
and she didn’t merely survive but thrived.

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