The Stage Was Set br Preparation Was Done br Lines Were Written br They Would Please, She Was Certain. br She Had Practiced Hard br To Recite Those Lines With Finesse. br Anxious Was The Actress br To Begin The Drama br And Parade Her Breathtaking Spectra. br br The Curtains Were Raised br There Was Pin-Drop Silence br Heart Racing With Anticipation br To Gauge The Spectator's Reactions. br Alas! There Was Not A Soul br No One To Showcase Her Talent To. br On This Stage Finely Prepared - br She Stood In Solitude, Trembling, Not Knowing What To Do br And Along Came Her Lines, Lines To Her Rescue. br br Those Lines Were Her Own br No Window-Dressing br No Craving For the Best Crown. br She Was Playing With Words, br Building, Smiling, And Reciting With Grace. br She Was Anxious To Know How It Would Feel br When She Would Create Words From Her Heart br That Would Only Be Her Private Property And br Not Having To Care If The Spectators Agree Or Not. br br …It Was The Day When She Began To Write For Herself… br br And She Smiled With Satisfaction, br Because- br Even She Didn’t Imagine It’d Feel So Good.br br .Pd.