Birth of Labanya (on World Theater Day)

She is born, a girl
She is growing, a little wild
She is thinking, a hippie
She is acting, a small play
She is reacting, a hidden desire
She is writing, a true story
She is transcending, a boundary of virginity and purity

She is but a crescent blossoming into a full moon

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