With tip-tap of her Stilettos,
A Diva enters.
Painted nails and rouged cheeks.
Lipstick red always stretched
in a Smile.
You might feel she is delicate.
But she can love you, so can she defy.
Spine of iron what provides her posture.
With strength she stands out tall.
Though glamour is her whip-stick.
Yet being mellow is her choice.
With the invisible halo over her head.
She is crowned the bearer of beauty.
With the words of wisdom,
She brings mirth to all.
With the wings of harmony,
She flies.
Her kohl eyes sparkles.
With valor radiating into shine.
She like a warrior within.
Even forces treachery to bow.
She is that very gift of Lord.
Always cherished by her bearers.
