That girl at the window

That girl at the window
Shouts for her prime crescendo
Stands still there with obscurity
But has sanguine surety
Her drapes opened by inchmeal
In compliance to her dreams
She outcries her success to the world
Cross checking to rule over the world
Being inside is just a trick
She is a catapult with one step back for miles ahead
Her cravings for goals
Make her roar
She is the player of dirt
Knows all the drills of the winners
She is not the one to cook and feed
But the one to cook, feed and pay fees
Ladders are not the opponents
Sky is
Being on top is not only what she wants
Ruling is what she is born for.

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