She, the Light


In every dawn, she rises anew,

A daughter with eyes of hope,

A sister’s bond, pure and true,

In silent love, she learns to cope.


As wife, she stands by firm and kind,

Her heart, a haven in storm and tide,

A mother’s arms that always find,

The strength to hold, the space to guide.


Colleague, friend, in work she glows,

With wisdom born from battles fought,

A boss who nurtures and who knows,

That power lies in every thought.


Yet never crowned or placed on high,

No altar, throne, or hymns to sing,

But in her eyes, a sacred sky,

She is the light in everything.


For in her hands, the flame she keeps,

A spark that holds the world in place,

Through every role, her spirit leaps,

Unseen, but lighting every space.


Daya Nair 🫶

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