In thy strength lies thy charm
In thy strength lives thy beauty
In thy strength you prosper
In thy strength you be, you be
Not muscle, it isn’t
Not size either, nor height
It breathes in your walk; it’s in your gesture
It magnifies in your conduct, in your posture
Thy arm, thy ammunition
Thy weapon to all victory
A brass-made key
Thy key to all mystery
Such is the strength of which I speak
Strength that brings all to thy feet
Strength that makes all ends meet
Strength that is faith and belief’s altar
Strength, around which nothing may falter
Hold on to it, like a mighty sword akin to a knight
Your strength, shall then, never lose a fight
Vrinda Nagpal
Nirvana, South City II
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