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The Essence Of Her

Jan 13, 2025
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Updated: Jul 17, 2025

By Aishna Shobhawat


She is born to set things right,

Her beauty ignites when she steps inside.

Exceptional, she proves every point with a smile,

She sits there, watching the scene go wild.

She knows what she’s got in her mind,

She is one with whom no one can bind.

She is valiant, she is wild, she is more of a style,

She is the dream everyone chases, even for a while.

She holds, she listens, she tolerates the whine,

A force both creator and destroyer, so divine.

You live in her beauty, you breathe through her source,

But little do you know, you drain her the most.

Watch her burn, yet carry you inside—

Mother Nature she is, she is the one with the fine.


By Aishna Shobhawat




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