By the threads of fate and destiny’s hand,
I weave a barrier of shifting sand,
From the paths of power, turn her stride,
In shadows deep, let her ambitions hide.

By the winds of change and time’s great flow,
Divert her course, where she shan’t grow,
Veil her vision, cloud her sight,
In the dance of fate, conceal her light.

In this circle, with words I bind,
Kamala’s path, in webs confined,
No triumph’s crown, no throne to claim,
Her destiny rewritten, void of fame.