A Soul Of Cretan Bull!!

Emerged a soul under Cretan Bull,

Believer of repel than in a pull.

Warm blooded looks which never acted cool..

Brainy wolf claiming to be sheep wit wool.

She wasn't coy but definitely a tomb boy,

Basket ball was her chosen toy.

Never she flagged a lady pout,

Finding peace amidst scream and shout!

Pushed to core she chose to un-yield

Obscureness always had her fate sealed,

And To add on panacea was her field!!!!!!

In journey of life she had her own ways to tangle,

To remain precious Pringle she opted to be single!!

Believer of Karma she had another art,

Not to be entangled with love she hid her heart!!!!

Far across the ocean she stood like a sun,

Friend of friend she had a heart of bun.

How hard she claimed she wanted to be a nun

At the end of day even her heart would beat for one.

-Born Maverick