My Goddess Poem by Pushp Sirohi

She left the rush of Mumbai's streets,
To walk beside me in Bulandshahr's quiet lanes.
Not because life promised certainty,
But because love whispered her name.

A little shy,
A little worried about tomorrow,
Yet carrying a smile
That brightens every sorrow.

She loves me,
She loves our son Param,
And in her embrace
The world feels safe and calm.

She treasures her brothers,
Anuj and Amit,
Holding family close to her heart,
Never letting love split.

Respect lives in her words,
Kindness shines in her eyes,
She carries grace so naturally
That no disguise is required.

She may worry about the future,
As many gentle souls do,
But her courage is found
In the love she continues to pursue.

Not a queen upon a throne,
Not a legend carved in stone,
But a goddess in ordinary moments,
Making every house a home.

When I count life's blessings,
Her name rises above the rest,
For in a world of countless people,
She is simply the best.

And if destiny asked me once more,
Whom I would choose to walk beside,
I would choose her again—
With the same love, the same pride.