One day, with a bag full of her dreams, she ran
Seeing this, an old aunty mocked
She somehow found a book to read
between the spider webs and some old diaries,
where she was locked
They wanted her to ruin her future
Maybe because they also did
But the scene that she had seen a day before
forced her to be a different kid
A girl of that very society was seen in 'khaki clothes'
Several men followed her in the parade
This fascinated the blooming flower
And this is how her dream were made
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