"Eternal Remembrance"

"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