In a magical world,
There once lived a queen,
Who fought a many wars,
And had only learned to win.

They said she'd conquer,
They said she'd torture,
But all this ghastly talks,
Were against her sweet nature.

Her voice was a charm,
Which would entice any a man,
But her real power was magic,
That she practiced with her wand.

She'd turn man to animals,
And turn animals to plants,
And all this she'd do,
By reciting some simple chants.

There was no one in the land,
To challenge her divine powers,
There was no one in the land,
To conquer her enchanted towers.

But there was one prophecy,
Reverberating through the lands,
Of one an innocent boy,
The Master of all wands.

With each passing day,
The queen grew stronger,
While the people mourned her conquests,
And waited for their saviour.

Keeping her pen aside,
Deepa glanced at her teacher,
Who was going on relentless,
Making the board blacker.

If her parents wanted her here,
She didn't understand why,
But she knew one thing for sure,
She wouldn't let her dream pass by.

Along with a new adventure,
She had started a new story,
That last page of her book,
Had become the first page of her story...

The first page of her story.