A Wife, a Mother and a Poetess..........

A pellucid pen and few classic expressions,
I write,
Since the words carry a certain unsaid calm,
that guide my soul to tranquil diversions,

I might be embellished, but my soul is true,
It is untouched by the worldly,
And is transparent like a winter's dew,

Somewhere in various uncharted terrains,
A girl might read my words,
which carries the humble confessions of love,
That she might like to utter to her beloved
Or a shy man might gift these phrases,
To his lady, whom he hasn't evinced his dedication,

May be somewhere someone cries,
reminiscing the past memoirs,
Of having lost a loved one,
Or abandoned and left alone,
I wish my words bring solace,
to the scattered stricken hearts elsewhere,

I am a poetess,
I pen for myself,
and for everyone with whom,
my expressions resonate,

But know a simple truth,
I am a loving wife,
and a caring mother too,
A daughter, a sister,
And daughter-in-law too,
Wishing to play these roles,
Wholeheartedly,

I request the curious minds,
and compulsive eccentrics to stay at bay.......

(c) S.S