Lavanya Nukavarapu
She is a mother, daughter, a sister, a wife
And much more avatars she plays in life
Loving is her nature, caring is her attitude
In her arms, I find blissful solitude
For every need, every problem she is my go-to person
Let her flow
Like the stream
Don’t contain her
For she will look for tiny gaps
and crevices
Let her carve
What face are you wearing today?
A face of a beaming ego?
But deep inside you know you have achieved nothing
A face of truth?
what you utter is only flattery and lies
A face of genorisity?
