Perched on the golden pedestal
Several feet high;
Desperately clutching on to her throne
Suppressing a painful sigh!`
Resplendent in glorious hues
Yet,fighting the blues
The goddess glows
But the pain shows!
Petal strewn over the ground she treads,
Her aura turns many heads.
But the thorns that pierce
Her dainty feet
Are only known to her.
Who knows what ails her,
All their adulation fails her.
Grieving, yet forced to lie;
Have you seen a diva cry?
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