She stood there, all alone,
Waiting for a good omen,
But came fate, stirring everything in a storm.
There lay her belongings,
Her memories in a mess,
As lifeless as a fish on land.
Being a dancer was a thing of past,
And long-lost forgotten are the days of the singer,
No amount of her awesome grades
Could revive back the aspiring doctor.
There’s nothing left of the ancient time
Except the clone, who could walk, talk and eat.
The only link to her past was her daughter,
Who opened the cage that imprisoned her mother’s wing.