She had a little soul
In society had her role
But once dipped against her rule
Which she always mentioned as bull.

Many a times tried to take him out
But, within waited patiently about
A second seemed a summer drought
And her inner cried and did shout.

Each time decides she to forget
But fails like misfortune's target
Each time thinks she not to meet
But surrenders she to her soul's beat.

What makes her fall for so?
She could never make her know.