A thing of beauty is a joy forever, as Keats had once said
I will today pay my tribute, to a woman of great joy and faith.
She is a beauty no doubt, in her own special right
Everyone wants a bit of her, due to the bright crystal mind.
The bright crystal mind resides within her, but she is a soft vulnerable girl
With a strong exterior and elegance, she can fool the world.
She cannot fool me though as I know her inside out
Even though she tries maybe to keep many hurts out.
The world is a tough place to live in, this she had learnt
When a young child was separated, from her wide wide world.
Even then she had dared to dream, to extend out her wings
Now the world is back to her, and at times it makes her wince.
She has a glow; she has a spark that no one can explain
She has a quiet stubbornness that is all in vain.
'Cause she has already conquered many hearts, even unknowingly so
She has no need to be someone else; as she is best she is, all aglow.
Her insecurities peep out at times from her naive large eyes.
I can recognize those even though she conceals it behind her brilliant smile.
There are times she cries in bed, and the wide wide world doesn’t know.
As she hides it all in the glamour and glitz, of her sunny glow.
Her beauty is beauty unparalleled, and she is most unaware of it
Her simple presence can instill ‘hope’ in the most unsavory of wits.
What she doesn’t know is that there are many who look up to her
They can leave their whole world just to be with her.
She gave me comfort; she gave me faith when I was all alone
She gave me her family and her friends, to call them all my own.
I have borrowed a life from her, that she is not aware
She can launch a thousand loves, just by being there.
(PS: I want to leave the world for her, but I realize I have no world of my own; but as her name is Creation, I know she can create a whole new world out of void and nothingness alone…)