She Is Who Poem by Sumita Jetley

In a peaceful library, plants all around,
A woman in a chic saree, calm and sound.
She finds a cozy corner, by the window's light,
Surrounded by greenery, a serene sight.

From her stylish bag, an old book appears,
Next to a cup of tea, and cookies near.
The scents of tea and plants, so soothing and sweet,
Create a perfect atmosphere, a peaceful retreat.

As she reads, eyes close in deep reflection,
A small bird flies in, seeking connection.
Landing on her table, she offers a crumb,
The bird chirps happily, then off it hums.

A gentle breeze rustles the leaves outside,
She pauses, savoring the tranquil tide.
A fellow reader asks to join her space,
She nods with a warm smile, a welcoming grace.

Together they sit, in shared love for books,
As the sun sets, casting golden looks.
She takes a final sip, grateful and content,
In this perfect moment, her peace is well spent.