In she I found
The genuine colors of life
The pain of pressing malady
And psychological suffering
The grief of stumbling health
All traumas she endured silently
Never complained against the cruel fate
Nor cursed the scheme of agonizing adventure.
Amidst storms of pain
She discovered essence of life
To her life is transitory trial
That rolls on rocky shores
Bearing fruits of happiness
Sharing sorrows
Looking for the minute chances of exuberance
Extending help to every sort of creature
Feeling the aroma of true relationship
Looking for the moments of togetherness
Searching solace in the natural scenes
Lighting the candle of love
Printing the marks of permanence on the mouth of time
In her I see a heart of gold
As bright as sunny morning
Glowing to light the day.
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