Swarnima Tyagi

She walks like dawn unfolding light, A quiet glow, a gentle sight. No need for jewels, no grand display, The world just softens in her way. Her eyes hold stories yet untold, Of dreams that shimmer, brave and bold. A fleeting glance, a subtle smile, Can make the heaviest heart worthwhile. The breeze seems fond of how she moves, It lingers close, it sways, it soothes. As if the air itself agrees She’s poetry written in ease. But more than beauty, clear and bright, She carries warmth, a steady light.