At the hour of death you escaped
From the cyanide poisoning you survived
Strongly landed into a self-rule
That potentially helped you grow strong, beautiful and attractive

In your heart suitors landed vertically
Moved within your arteries and veins horizontally
Patrolled all of you peacefully
And destroyed your innocence.

Daughters of Eve praised you
Sons of Adam kept their eyes not away from you
You exhaled good and fresh aroma
Freshening everyone’s life.

Rescued from terrorism you tried tribalism
Though you can’t be that virgin, be balanced
Don’t be marked with potholes
Don’t be gloomed with tippex to bring mockery
Let other planets get attracted back
Be fair, patient and transparent