Like everyone she too had a dream of her own
A dream not something impossible to achieve
A dream for which she dared even the deadliest virus
Working days and nights doing what she loved
Attending and caring to the chronically ill victims
By not only keeping them spick- and -span and fed well
But also cheering them with little tales of Vrinda
The one for which she lived, she breathed, and she existed
Alas! Some dreams just fail to reach where they must
And get crushed by the cruel and indifferent hands of a pandemic
The baby jewel, Balamani was too robbed by a delinquent virus
That didn't end just a life but a beautiful dream too