she's a calm in the chaos
a warmth in the frigid
a brook turning crook to cordial
of her doctorine she's rigid
among copies she's real

she's a shadow, a melody
Gleaming the nights
despite the glooms
she's a tragedy that
led the dead to bloom

she's a dove , spreading peace
fiercely giving love
all the turmoil she cease
she's a flint ,she seems rough
torments made her tough

She's the Sun, she burn
enduring her blues,
living for only giving
oblivious of the nullity
what makes her yearn?


_Minakshi Mishra