When the life took her down,She let it be as a part of journey;
vanished without making a sound.
Roaming as a vagabond in despair;
on the unknown roads she walked in dark,
without any flare.
Even then she was not discouraged,
As she tried to figure the true sense of life's rage.
Nor did she feel for herself as a creature trapped in cage;
As she knew this was her journey's crucial phase.
With slow paces she observed and absorbed,
the essence to survive the wild;
Because she knew the world was stringent,
and to none was it ever mild.
With the prowess of hunting and
the knack of finding,
She knew her limits then knew no bound;
As she walked back into the world,
to get all that she deserved;
Coz she was now the HOUND
Great & superb.
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