She and her daughter came down from the Himalayas

And crossed the Atlantic 

That broke her tiara, but her child was unharmed

Then a call came from Delhi for a new home

So they hopped on to an Air India flight 

This time her daughter broke in half 

As the doors of the Delhi apartment opened 

To broken pieces and fallen tiara

A little voice whispered-

They break to make rainbows of their own

Away from mom-s, on their own

Riding on wings of fallen tiaras, and flying unicorns