"A soul Not too old Staged the shine That echoed gold Carried the stories that were told And some that remained untold The secrets that got shared And the privacy saw getting cared. The soul Leaned on the lamp Maybe she thought herself of a tramp Though she was stamped By an ally as a champ She kept it on The hunt for the race to be won Lone warrior The most fittest survivor Respects earned And only she know how much She had to burn." - Pushkin Channan
Driven by the means to communicate.....