In the gentle whispers of the wind,
Naani’s voice echoes through the green fields where the lotus blooms.
Her hands, soft as petals in spring,
Gently guide us with stories from times long gone.
Under the vast, starlit sky of our village,
She weaves tales of heroes and maidens brave,
Of ancient battles fought on distant lands,
And the magic that binds love through all we face.
Naani’s eyes, like ancient lakes so deep,
Hold secrets of yesteryears, tales untold.
Her laughter, a melody that heals and cheers,
In her presence, even grief seems to hold.
Through the scent of incense and jasmine flowers,
Her words paint pictures of joy and sorrow alike.
In her teachings, we learn the true meaning of life,
And in her embrace, find comfort from all night.
So let us listen, with hearts open wide,
To Naani’s wisdom, a treasure so rare.
For in her gentle voice, we find our path,
Guided by the light that only she can bear.
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Hello! I’m Poetic Musings , a poet with a passion for crafting new verses daily. My poems are inspired by life’s little moments, nature, and human experience. Join me on this poetic journey as I share a new short poem each day.
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