Loneliness was her house she resides,
In the womb of her mother darkness, she flies.
No ray of hope, with unconscious mind,
An air of certainty doesn’t arrive.
The greener love which grows with,
Pulverized by the mother earth.
She the mesmerizing world herself,
Has to abandon people is unbelievable.
The home she built within is kept vacant.
In the house of Amara, there is nothing but loneliness.