Rebel ! Was She?

A broken piece of art she was , 
moulded in the best of what he could do .
A perfect piece for him , 
but not for others . Does that matter? 
No!!!! Duhhh
After 18, a whole new world started. Science or Commerce was the way everyone darted .
But Art was all she could see and intellectual is all she could be.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood , And sorry she could not travel both , Broken and shattered dreams, she collected and arranged in a proper to make an antique!!!
An antique to lead the world in her own way . 
They believed fallacies, she trusted the evidences.
She stood amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
Winning at life she followed her dreams.
Rebel she is . It always seemed.
Two roads diverged in a wood, and she — she created the third one which made her happier . 
There were no footprints no inspiration to build .
But she created her own to flow like a brook , 
a brook with the same message for the generations to come ; 
“Men may come and men may go but i will go on forever.”