There she goes again,
Like a kite after kissing a stranger.
Getting entangled around the veins of expectations and disappointment,
Who knows for whom she will fall next and whose bed she will rise from.
Look there she goes again,
Embarrassed, ashamed, proud, obliged.
Walking down the lane with a smirk and shy,
Teasing and tiding all who are around.
Without a blink she removes her crown,
Hiding beneath the sheets of disgrace and epitome,
Wearing the smooth cloth of shame and harmony.
Look there she goes again
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