Vishal Dutia

The demure lady, with a gentle grace,
Moves with poise and elegance in every space.
Her eyes, like diamonds, sparkle with delight,
As she walks with confidence, day and night.

Her voice is soft, yet carries weight,
And her presence commands respect, never hate.
She wears a smile that lights up the room,
And her kindness dispels any gloom.

Though she may seem quiet, make no mistake,
Her strength and wisdom are never fake.
For the demure lady, with her charm so pure,
Is a force to be reckoned with, of that you can be sure.

© VishalDutia