Grief, she reminded herself, is almost always for the mourner’s loss.

Riches I hold in light esteem, And love I laugh to scorn, And lust of fame was but a dream That vanished with the morn.  And if I pray, the only prayer That moves my lips for me Is, 'Leave the heart that now I bear, And give me liberty!'  Yes, as my swift days near their goal, 'Tis all that I implore - In life and death, a chainless soul, With courage to endure.

She was rejected for portraying her true self. Hence she made allies with reflection of her own.

Depth of  inner soul is  eternal. Silence is  the  mediator between you and  your inner soul.

Written By Samarendra mohanty

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