She

She is the sun, the light in the sky Every atom of her ray Nourishes me towards her, I fly In dreams day by day. She is there in every reality, The same sun that nourishes me. She is the gentle rain That bathes the soul of flowers Quenching the thirst of universe, Prettier in her own pain, The finality of her silence, The fair fragments of wisdom, In love blooms immense To protect every kind of kingdom. The wind sings her name, In melancholy, in jubilation Always the sweet eternal flame For my affliction her affection Mother, sister, or wife She is everything in life. March 7, 2018