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The Royal Miss Liza Miss Liza in royal robes Lifts her feet and walks not on trodden roads. She hates dust… And likes to hide herself behind the window bars. Who has seen her walk on road? Who has seen her shaking hands with others? Oh! She hates dust! Dirty lanes! Dusty hands of commoners! She pulls her car window, Lest her make-up gets messed by windy dirt. She has seen stunning monuments being built by rugged hands, Praised the beauty, but not the artist as he had dust in his hands. Miss Liza has seen brick walls falling, Heard their cracking sound, losing relevance in dust. Yet for once the royal lady didn’t remember the proverb: “Dust thou art, to dust returnest”, and tried to befriend dust.