Dear Yuvatima

In the quiet corner of our shared little room, Lives a girl quietly learning how to bloom. Not loudly changing the world outside, But slowly shaping the strength inside. Smart in her thoughts, practical in her way, She understands more than she chooses to say Her eyes carry dreams shining soft and very deep, Dreams she protects and quietly keeps. Sometimes she laughs like a carefree child, Her bright little smile innocent and wild. Sometimes she sits with silence near, Holding thoughts only her heart can hear. She notices things others pass by, The silent moments, the hidden sigh. Observing gently, patient and calm Like a quiet breeze that carries a balm. Anger may visit her heart for a while, But she hides it behind a peaceful smile. Not because she is weak or afraid to show, But because she knows when to let things go. Starting a conversation out of nowhere , Turning heavy silence into laughter in the air. And sometimes , in a sudden playful way Her childhood peeks out in what she says. Yet behind that playful, shining face Lives a thoughtful mind full of grace. A dreamer, a thinker, strong yet kind A beautiful balance of heart and mind. Dear Yuvatima, growing day by day.