Aaji

In memories draped with love, my Aaji stands tall, A pillar of strength, guiding me through it all.

With tender hands and wisdom old, She nurtured dreams and stories untold.

In her embrace, I found my might, Through her strong words, she shaped my sight. Her tales of courage, her gentle scold, She would always say, “Sharu, be bold.”

Through laughter shared and tears we wept, In her presence, my fears quietly slept. She taught me grace in times of strike, And showed me the beauty in a simple life.

In her kitchen, aromas of love were covered, As she crafted dishes that spanned the world. From your meva pedha to spicy bhaji, Each recipe still reminds me of you till date aaji!

Her gentle touch, a soothing balm, In moments of chaos, she brought the actual calm. She taught me patience, she taught me grace, In her simple ways, I found my place.

With every stitch in her worn-out shawl, She mended broken hearts, she mended it all. Her warmth was a blanket on the coldest night, Her presence always felt just right.

Your birthday, 21st Dec was when I started college, A new journey with your love as my knowledge. Now, three years later, a new chapter starts, With dreams in my eyes and hope in my heart.

From wherever you are, bless me today, Guide my steps and show me the way. I wish you were here to see me grow, Everything I am is because of you, I know.

Though you left two years ago, with me your essence stayed, In every memory, in every shade.

~Yours Sharu