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A Heart That Raised Me

By Aadya Chawla


I judged her once with angry eyes,

Too lost in doubt to understand her cries.


I only saw the storm and ignored everything underneath,

Forgetting that life is not a fairytale and does not always pass like a breeze.


Sometimes she’d shout or nag too much,

But at the end of the day, she does the best for this bunch.


Little did I know the mess created I see,

Was born of the very antics by me.


Her beauty so graceful, so grand, she shines bright like a diamond,

The epitome of beauty, beyond all I ever imagined.


Her eyes so true, so kind, 

One can hear her voice and feel the soul unwind.


She is not just pretty but so incredibly wise,  

She is the one I wish for the moment I rise.


 like the blue sky enlightened by the North-star,

 I admire her from afar.


Perhaps when God had made her,

He must have taken a step back to confer,   

A soul he had made, whose absence will be felt to those far away.


Her hair that reminds me of midnight, dances in the air,

As she walks into the room with a smile so fair.


Her warmth, so comforting,

One can overlook all their dismay once she starts talking.

 

Though fights may spark between us from time to time, 

But no amount of hatred can my love outshine.


I take it all back, every single angry word,

And let my truer voice be heard.


She is my motivation, further lights my flame, 

And I will forever be thankful that she came.


By Aadya Chawla



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