THE QUEEN OF NUMBERS

Fierce she comes,

Enters the hall with grace,

Commands the crowd and turns into an assembly.

Alarming she looks on outside,

Softer she is in the inside,

She senses their fear, the lie in their eyes,

Remembers each one of them.

Intimidated, few petrified, horror prevails,

To those who fail to follow the right.

The hall is darkened with this face of coin,

Startled is the audience, and so is she.

Astonished by herself at that time,

Cautious she is, hiding her emotions,

Sensible she is, farseeing the future.

Alert is the hall, nobody dares,

To each soul, she cares.

No sleep, no talk, eyes wide open,

Questions to each, rigors to some,

Some say yes, some none.

She likes the facts and the numbers,

Figures dancing in her mind, the same she questions.

Blessed she is, the queen she is,

Prompt she is, more is her observation.

Shares her knowledge, imparts her wisdom,

A voice in distant, not mistaken,

Keenly waited number, cuisine of her taste,

Smiles in her heart, but makes a poker face.

Cheered by the people, praised by her work,

Healed by the time, healer of the kind.

One in the millions, memory trillions,

Majestic is her name, numbers her domain.