Gyrating to the rhythm of the social charade,
believing the illusions portrayed were true,
She thus far danced to the world’s tune,
Unsure of possibilities and unaware of any enthralling boon.

And then she met life,
Charming and vibrant,
Far from being poignant,
And her defiant self,
Reluctantly through his eyes,
Gradually saw an escape from her rife,
Liberating from those pretentious shackles,
And experienced what the world called as life.

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