She Poem by MADHUR LITTU

We are lone wanderers
Survivors of the condemned
Spots on the moon
That requires no groom

We are weak to fight
This war under the light
Because we lost our sight
To win, we aren't too tight

Then came she
With showers of wisdom in thee
Potential in us, she see
In just a click of three

It's the eve of spring,
Leaves are about to sing.
To rise, she gave a wing
For the best in us to bring.

She patted our backs
Withheld our nerves
Only she that believed in "we"
Gave us no chance to be wee

In us she sowed the seeds of spirit
So proved we are not condemned
And that being spots on the moon
Makes it stunningly beautiful

We are just a sailing house
She had been the lime lighthouse
Now we are not just wanderers
For she, had shown us a path

In her, lies an evangelical spell
That could bring gold from coal
In us she trust, in her we believe
She is the one who raised our soul.