Poem - A Symphony of Gratitude, Poetess - HRM. EMPRESS MADANI

A Symphony of Gratitude

HRM. EMPRESS MADANI

In the quiet garden of the soul, where ancient seeds are sown,

I find your words like morning dew, on blossoms newly grown.

You speak of roads and bridges built with love's enduring light,

To guide the weary traveler through the shadows of the night.

​II

You see the "Empress" not in gold, nor in the palace wall,

But in the hand that reaches out to catch those meant to fall.

For what is royalty, indeed, if not a sacred vow?

To plant the trees of tomorrow's shade in the soil of the here and now.

​III

There is still hope, as you have said, while stars still grace the sky,

While honest hearts and noble minds refuse to let truth die.

We do not wait for distant rain to fill the bucket’s rim,

But seek the spring within ourselves, and dive right to the brim.

​IV

To feed the hungry, quench the thirst, and heal the spirit’s pain,

One drop of kindness, given well, can end a desert’s reign.

Your verses are a mirror bright, reflecting back the aim:

To turn the spark of human grace into a global flame.

​V

So let us walk this road of "woo," where ethics meet the art,

And keep the statistics of life within the beating heart.

For every deed of goodness done is a song the universe sings,

A tribute to the Almighty's breath that gives the spirit wings.

​VI

I thank you for the light you bring, the wisdom in your pen,

For seeing the "shrine of inner peace" within the world of men.

Together, let us farm the fields where perfectness may grow,

And leave a trail of "mind's greenness" everywhere we go.