Jannat was her name and she was merry
Danced her way to school so sunny
Whirled around in sweet fantasy
Jannat SUltan was so happy
When the small girl became big
Little did she know of the gig
Big words, big city.
Unholy minds and no pity.
Shocked was she ,confused and pained
In the middle of the night she cried.
Hovering around her head Imaculate dimay.
Alas where was Jannat?
And so years took toll on her
she became wise,
stripped off her name which reminded her of fairy land.
and put on a mask and a cloak to hide
from dangers unknown,,,
and so became Jannat, the Anonymous