By Nishtha Mishra
In crowds, among ladies,
She’s the only one I see,
She shines in my eyes,
Oh, her undefinable beauty.
In masses, loud noises,
Even without glasses I could see,
She’s my mentor, my teacher,
My “look up to” when in need.
For she made me feel like
I’m a part of her class,
I’m a student, I’m a person,
She marked her place,
In my tiny little heart.
Though I’m not that smart,
But if I could be something,
She will be the first I pay my gratitude to,
She’d be where I start.
By Nishtha Mishra
Evocative poetry!
Your words are truly inspiring
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