Living with Myth

I don't know either her happiness or pain
That created wrinkle in her face
She has no achievement
But so- called lesson in the life race

She must have been a beautiful chick
But now her face is her reality check
That tells she faced alone all her risk

Definitely, she has things to call her own
Still she holds memories to mourn on

She travels to her memory lane
To protect from scars and to smile back
She wants to relive but she forgets the particular track

Good and bad, she has both the experiences to live with
She likes to believe, she would see the heaven even though its just a myth.