To some,

She was

A composure of

Delicacy, elegance

The body of

Flesh, blood, bones


To some,

She was

A portrait of

Artistry beauty,

The canvas of

Sprinkled colours, cast


To few,

She was

An angelic soul

Pious, divine

The magical wings

Celestially designed


But to herself,

She was

A rhyming poem

The soaring wings

Of words and verse

– Sonia Motwani