They call her princess..
But she’s not wearing any crown on her head..
They call her princess..
But she’s not living in a castle and wearing diamonds..
They call her princess..
But she’s not wearing beautiful expensive gown..
She’s not wearing shoes..
She’s not wearing beautiful clothes..
Her hair is messy..
And she has none..
She’s not living in a castle..
She’s not wearing diamonds, tiara.. or even a single ring on her finger..
She wears nothing..
But a smile..
She has a smile on her face..
A smile that will always be there..
A smile that will ease the pain..
She walks, runs and laughs..
As free as no one can see..
She dances, she plays..
As free as no one can see..
She cures the pain..
She wipes the tears..
She mends your heart..
with her simple love..
with her simple smile..
They call her princess..
For she cures the pains..
They call her princess..
For her castle has ground as its floor and sky as its roof..
They call her princess..
For she wears those diamonds, tiaras, and all those pearls on her heart..
They call her princess..
For she has the warmest love on this earth..
She is the Princess 
for the dedication PK.I wish I was as good as described in the poem 
crown wears the invisibility cloak
