Nov 141 min read

Her Identity

By Priyanshi Sisodia

All decked up like a doll

Felt like a queen to the king, princess to her father

I see her smiling through the mirror

Smile was her only makeup

Standing like a beautiful portrait

I see her smiling through the mirror

Full of peace and grace

Beauty and permanent smile on her face

Ready to spread her charm

And, make this world a happy place

By Priyanshi Sisodia

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