Empire of faith to her
Is all about the gold crown
Inherited only when she steps
To the escalator of pure thoughts
Along with the cleansing of soul
Making sure no marks of black are
Prominent which were once faded
With the promise of forgiveness
And mercy awarding her the feel
Of blind trust in all the haphazardness
Of times when the shortcomings were
Evident but they just disappeared
Knowing the Empire of faith had an
Extravagant authority to tribute her
Soul with a glow to shine despite of
The hindrance in her way and still
Believe in purification is half the
The faith Convincing everyone to
Think it is a miracle Worth witnessing!
a touch of my saint! 