She Poem by Anish Chouhan

With the smiles and cheers she wakes up,

With the love and care she grew.

She was a little child with a magic of grand,

A girl playing in the mid tomb of sand,

Certainly she was a best friend for someone, also a wife,

Girl with big dreams and strength to define her life.

She faced alone in the rituals of world,

She still live with all toughness of world.

She is a women but somewhere a child,

She own the source of positivity just to survive.

She learn from the moments of love,

She holds herself even in absence of light above.

Bank of beauty but still a river with grace,

Charm in her beautiful thoughts, wild in race,

She lost many just to get a little for someone.

She knows what she earned to be for the one,

She knew how to spend her life in style,

She is not victim, she is just a rhythm divine,

Blessed under the time of sorrows and cry.

Chanting her words in the days of silence and dry,

She is a statue of liberty and fun.

She is like a mountain, which goals only one,

She never lost her height when faced a fall,

She stands still in cold, warm, in rain or snowfall,

Even in nights, She enlighten in dark.

She owns her identity that has its own spark,

Over the top of doomed universe she pray.

How exact she is, it’s very difficult to say,

She gives life when the heart is gone,

And for second she knows someone in trouble, she's on,

How worst to lose a moment with her,

She decorate your world, u feel life incomplete without her,

Investing in her loved ones a joy that she has,

With nothing return, just love and peace abash.

World says, she is a goddess of dove,

I know, it’s beyond my imagination to compete such love,

She owns our universe in the leaflet of her eyes,

Good enough to melt a stone, when her care touches the skies,

She can make you breathe inside Deep Ocean,

She feel calm as if shore is in her hand,

She is a blind faith, she is a religion,

It’s my view, but I need her in every condition.

She is the gift by nature, with blossom about to come soon,

And nature truly care her with every little boon.

My words lack diction to explain that sight,

How she inspires flowers to glow in night,

Even in failure she dare to rise.

She wakes up the child under shadow with her surprise,

Not for her desire, But for other she can fade,

But to stand and walk with a world for which she is made.

She is not just a human if some one see as a whole,

She can make miracles to fill life's boul,

She is not just a definition, if you look for,

She is women for whom one can live for,

I enchant happiness, when i think, with her how i spent my life,

I feel proud when i am with my beautiful wife.