B.E.T.I.S.
Fourteen eager Indian girls,
Each walking their own separate ways,
Searching for a something
Yet lost with nothings in a maze.
That something was a hunger,
Or was it a deep, dark hole?
The girls soon came to know
They were starving for food for their soul.
Then one faithful night,
Whilst the angels smiled from above,
Ideas began to form,
And the nothings seemed to fit like a glove.
Some had lost it earlier along the way,
Only to find themselves reunited today.
Others experienced a dimension,
Now free to meander the maze without any tension.
One ponders eagerly upon what their dilemma could possibly be,
’Tis simply we had become lose in ourselves,
And service had set us free.
-Sheila Krishan
Founding Mother
Delta Kappa Delta Sorority, Inc.


