Aging

By Shruti Shukla

She was a soul full of spirituality,

She was a soul filled with gratitude,

Her eyes had the same spark,

That let her pass through the dark.

Forgiving and heartwarming,

With personality also charming,

She never kept me hanging.

I met her twice,

With a tone of both sugar and spice,

And always nice,

She always gave me choice,

Either to leave or stay by her side.

She filled me with lessons,

That had come passing through their hurdles.

We were two strangers,

Who never laid eyes on each other,

Exchanged some lifetime memories and thoughts,

And then chose our path.

By Shruti Shukla