On the sweet hills of Himalaya,
Lie a House,
Of a little princess,
who kept on weepy for the past several years,
for her parents to come
and embrace her,
but she didn't lose hope, daily she stared above
and stared down,
but didn't found anyone, who could come
closer to her heart,
then one day, a prince came in her life
through telephonic conversation
and they chatted all round the year
but broke up awefully,
since then, the princess is living life as it comes
without thinking about grief or happiness
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