Upon my head,
the veil does grace,
A crown borrowed,
her divine embrace,
Starry fabric,
borrowed from her,
In her drizzle,
my heart does stir.
Bangles borrowed,
now they gleam,
Returning spark,
like a dream,
From fragile girl
to woman grown,
Her guidance,
forever known.
Strength borrowed,
from women dear,
Guiding steps,
year by year,
Heavy downpour,
teaching might,
Facing problems,
shining light.
In dark of night,
no moon to see,
Love shines bright,
within me,
Bangles gleaming
in lanes so dim,
Symbols of her,
my guiding hymn.
The veil, a shrine
of love's sweet call,
With her presence,
never small,
Though love may fade,
like petals fall,
Memories echo,
through it all.
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Ink and Emotion
Poetry"Dive into the pages of 'Ink & Emotion,' an evocative anthology that paints emotions in the vibrant hues of verse. With each carefully crafted poem, this collection offers an intimate glimpse into the human experience, revealing the intricate interp...
