Sunday Poetry By Ruchira Mukherjee

Self-Love

Love of life
Her tender eyes,
glows in spark of time,
The way she handles chaos is a strong story to knit.
She is a magic on her own.

The blue sky is her place of freedom.
On dark nights she turns it into a magical world by chasing the sky.
Her sweet voice is like a reality check.
She was a magic on her own.

Her taste on creativity is commendable.
That always give her a way to carry on with life.
Her sparkling eyes marks as hope.
She was a magic on her own.

In a whole she is love.
She is so wholesome.
She knows to handle situations.
She builds her world on her own.