Here are two poems for you........Miss.Pansy is Vishaka and I think u all will be able to guess as to who the lass is
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Miss.Pansy
Little Miss. Pansy is very astute
She knows that others will dance to her flute
Why bother with life's toil
When people are there to foil.
So she sat to calculate
And weighed all pros and cons to operate
Waiting patiently to bid her time
When the moment arrives for her to mime.
Calmly she sat and spun her web
And hoodwinked others to play her game
People didn't realise that she is pulling strings
So that some can hop when she sings.
When realisation dawned it was too late
She was ready with her checkmate
While others were left confounded
Miss. Pansy sat well rounded.
Miss.Pansy and the lass
Miss. Pansy was skipping in fun
Looking for someone to play and run
When suddenly she came to chance
A lass with whom she can dance.
The girl thought that Miss. Pansy was a friend
Who would help her as someone God send
She played along without any clue
That her life will soon come unglue.
She was Miss. Pansys true mate
Who didn't know that she was playing with fate
Slowly being dragged into a jumble
That will make her fumble.