She Poem by Shubham Shukla

She is everywhere in every form.
She is all inside me.
I am all her.

'She is the gentle music of clapping leaves.
She is the mild flow of summer winds.'

When all hopes and faith
are beyond my reach
She is in the holy form
of a mothers preach.

Dead in cold,
when flames of despair breeze.
She is the bless of nectar,
churned by thousand seas.

She is the cute blush of a baby's cheek.
Immortal desire, I forever seek.

Moved by emotions,
when eyes weep
she is the lap of comfort
that tends me to sleep...

Kissed by failures,
when my soul shrinks to cry.
She's the soothing hug,
a whole new spirit to try.

Merging all her forms to one.
Kneeing on a romantic lieu
and hand quiver with roses,

I say

'She is the eternal form of You'