She is rose glown at autumn, which has shown me,
She is phantom which has filled the delight
Her eyes are as deer’s that show the truth of life
Praising her means, refining her internal beauty
Speaking about her means and questioning my existence
I adore for giving shelter to my life,
I worship her for encouraging voice
She has given me all I need to be complete
But I learned only to take from her instead
What shall I call her goddess of my life?
Should I say her, my living inspiration?
On the deity which has guts to transform
Who taught me to think from my tender heart?
Shall I call her the life journey partner, my life?
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