Aashima: the angel

This poem is dedicated to a very good human and my charming friend.. Miss. Aashima The way she smiles brighten up the day, Like the sparkling sand at the bay, Her thoughts like oceans are very deep, The way she analyze is a stupendous heap... Her curly hair when flow with the wind, Makes me feel as they are throwing away the sting, The imagination of her dreams is full of colors, As if they are depicting different moods of a flower... Her way of dressing is very simple and sweet, Like a soothing shower in deplorable heat, The diaries she keep are full of feelings, No matter they are private or intellectual dealings... The person of great motivating and encouraging power, The knowledge in her life increases every practical hour, Open with friends and stranger with foes, For her loved ones she is always on toes... Time spent with her is an astounding memory, when everyone forget about their pains and worry, your word holds many secrets and mysteries, which are related to you life's happenings and histories... The bond of love she share with her parents, The respect for elders is very well apparent, My love for you is like a twinkling star, Always visible in your darkness no matter how far... The day you need me just give me a call, No matter the thing is big or small, I promise i will always be close to thee, As to a bee-hive is a humming bee... Jyoti Joseph