The Passionate, The Loving

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She is passionate,

She loves caring,

She is the link between

Caring and loving,

The world of sick,

A pure spring from

Which all thirsty

Souls may drink.

She is a tree

Watered by the

River of beauty,

Bearing fruits,

Which the hungry

Heart craves;

She is a nightingale,

Soothing the depressed

Spirits with her melodies,

She is a white cloud

Appearing over the

Blue horizon in the sky,

Ascending and growing

Until it fills the face of heavens,

The it falls down on the

Flowers of this earth,

Blossoming the petals to

Receive celestial light,

She is an angel, sent by

Goddess of love;

She is a brilliant flame,

Unconquered by

Darkness and no doubt

In extinguishable by the

Heavy storms in life.

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BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

NOTE: The above is a tribute poem to Piusha Singh, who is a Poetess to us, but a nightingale to many sick people in a hospital in Ireland. She is a noble, devoted nurse, looking after sick people. Moreover, She is a singer, painter and a Poetess too. Hats off to Piusha Singh, being a contributor to COSMOFUNNEL -WILLIAMSJI