Monday afternoon as I saw her
a perfect alchemy, she was!
locks curled yet sorted thoughts,
the shadow for which everyone fought.
Her aura like the day's dawn
the majestic creation, a pure soul!
mellowness of eyes intricate feelings
melody in voice, the true healing!
A blossoming rose in the garden of thorns
an epitome of blessing, never known
a childish instinct that never seize
by the grace of her, the odds freeze!
She, the god's hand, decorating lives
an ideal blend of love and might!
portraying the characters in the dilemmas of life
SHE is the one where world resides!