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
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