In the quiet corner of her room, she’s built a world of dreams,
Where silent strums of her guitar echo her heart’s deep themes.
Lost in the pages of books, walking beside a friend,
Merging with clouds and mountains, her soul seeks no end.
Even with scars of surgery etched upon her chest,
She rises again, chasing the skies with will and zest.
Sometimes it's Nathula’s climb, sometimes Tungnath’s trail,
Yet within her flows a steady, calm rhythm that never fails.
She’s a cherished daughter—the sparkle in her parents’ eyes,
Queen of her home—a pillar for her husband and child’s rise.
She’s a friend to her daughter-in-law—open-hearted, full of grace,
With affection and warmth lighting up her space.
Not a celebrated writer by fame or name,
Yet each word she pens carries life’s flame.
Even if not light, let her warmth quietly land,
On the hearts of readers, like a gentle hand.
Her life’s core mantra, her soul’s quiet flood—
“Be Good and Do Good” —...