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 š«¶
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