SHE PAINTS THE SOUL

SHE PAINTS THE SOUL
With words as brushstrokes, She  paints the soul,
A canvas vast, where thoughts and feelings blend,
Her verse, a journey, where emotions roll,
A tapestry of words, without an end.
She weaves with language, magic, pure and deep,
Inspiring minds with every crafted line,
A world within her verses, there to keep,
A universe of thought, sublime and fine.
With meter and with rhyme, she finds her art,
A symphony of language, sweet and clear,
Her poems touch the reader's deepest part,
And leave a lasting imprint, year by year.
So let us celebrate her poet's soul,
And watch her words forever to unfold.

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI