Years I waited
Tears I cried

Hope stood still
Patience became my being

There it was all at once
Patience died one day

Alive again,
Someone long ago
Buried alive

This old soul
I must learn anew

Head held high
She walks hand in hand
With hope at her side

Arrogant they call her
Selfish they deem her

My Saviour, I adore her!

– Khushbo

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